Life is beautiful
And yet sometimes painful
Life is amazing
Overwhelming and dazzling
Life is a miracle
And that is formidable
Life is a rollercoaster
Full of dreams and duster
Life is an adventure
Be its inventor
Life is short
Here is all we’ve got
Life is life
And we are so lucky to be alive!
Filipa Moreira da Cruz
First love
First kiss
Love and friendship
First fall
First cry
I thought I would die
First day at school
First holidays
Oh happy days!
First regret
First pain
On my feet again
First doubt
First fight
That’s life!
Filipa Moreira dac Cruz
Shortsighted
Longview
Shortcut
Longways
Shortlist
Longline
Shorthands
Longarms
Shortcoming
Longtime
Shortage
Longstops
Shorthorn
Longbow
Shortwaved
Longing.
Filipa Moreira da Cruz
Dear son,
This song is for you, my reason of beaming
This colourful painting is for you, my reason of living
This poem is for you, my reason of being
This letter is for you, my reason of smiling
This landscape is for you, my reason of believing
This mystic fog is for you, my reason of doubting
This home is for you, my reason of trusting
This love is for you, my reason of moving
Forward…always.
Filipa Moreira da Cruz
Photos : Paul Laurent Bressin
She flapped her wings
Too soon
She stroke life
Too late.
Filipa Moreira da Cruz
If it doesn’t go right
Just turn left
Don’t follow the others
Please yourself
Push the walls
Of your mind
Broke the chains
Of your heart
Flirt the silence
Listen to your inner voice
To whom am I writing?
Am I looking to a mirror?
All the answers are in me.
Filipa Moreira da Cruz
Photos : Filipa Moreira da Cruz
This is it
It’s (not) a piece of cake!
Mother, father, daughter and son
Everlasting love.
Filipa Moreira da Cruz
Unconditional love
Irresistible smile
Praising from above
I wish you could stay for a while
Unforgettable tenderness
Unlimited kisses
Go away loneliness!
Take care of my dearest wishes.
Filipa Moreira da Cruz
I can say « I’m sorry »
I embrace pain and glory
I whisper, « I love you. »
I smile and thank you
Oh, I can laugh
Even when I’m only half
And I can certainly cry
Please, just don’t ask me to say goodbye.
Filipa Moreira da Cruz
13th of January 2023. Exactly one month after my birthday. My mother was 68 years old, and I had just turned 45.
One year ago, I was alone in a plane from Rennes to Lisbon, crying the whole way for two reasons: I had a terrible otitis (blood and pus were slipping from my year), and I was going to join my family for my mother’s funeral. Oh boy…what a sad day!
I love travelling and I enjoy being by myself. Nevertheless, for the first time, I felt extremely lonely. I just couldn’t stop crying. Tears kept falling along my cheeks while my soul felt strangely lighter and lighter. The crew thought the pressure was too painful for my year. They were partly right. Little did they know that the pain was not only physical.
I could never have thought that losing my mother would be that hard. Most of my family members have left this world in late December or early January. My mother kept strong enough to enjoy the last family reunion. Both my children could spend a warm Christmas with her. I am so grateful for that! Once everybody left, she decided it was time to go. Smoothly.
I wish I could rewind time. I wish I could give her a last kiss. I wish I could frozen our best moments. I wish I could hold her in my arms again. I wish she could see my children become grown-ups. I wish she could have lived until she was 100 years old. She was still so young!
Life goes on, and we are only passing by. I’m sure my mother is dancing with the stars and flirting with the sun. Meanwhile, I’ll try to make the best of it on Earth. carpe diem
Filipa Moreira da Cruz
De malinha pronta 