Strolling around

I miss travelingI miss taking the plane, the train or even the subwayI miss my family and friends around the worldI miss my freedomMy wings have not been cut off yetSo I might be strolling around more often. Filipa Moreira da Cruz Photos : Filipa Moreira da Cruz

On my way home

On my way home I’m on demandI see the rainbow in the skyThe red crab is dancingAmong others, in the golden sand On my way home I have timeTo enjoy the beautiful landscapeAnd I cannot believeMother nature has blessed me On my way home I just breatheThe salted water on my hairThe seaweed cracking belowLire la suite « On my way home »

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