Going home for Christmas

Tomorrow, I’ll be flying away. Crossing the deep blue ocean. Sharing my secrets with the cotton clouds.
The last time we were all together for Christmas was 10 years ago. My youngest daughter was a baby. Time really flies!
These pictures are even older. They were taken before filters became fashionable. They remind me Lisbon. Home. Family ties. Unconditional love.
Four brothers and sisters, living in four different countries, will meet again where it all began. And they will bring their own families. We’ll speak four languages again.
We will laugh and cry. Of that I’m sure! Because we know the clock is ticking. And this might be our last chance. Sometimes the best is not yet to come. It’s just here and now.
I’ll be offline during a week, at least. Away from the internet and into flesh-and-blood relationships. I will miss you but I’ll be busy hugging and kissing my dear siblings.
I wish you all Happy Holidays! Wherever you are and whoever you are with… Make the best of it! Take care. Be safe. Be happy.

Filipa Moreira da Cruz

Photos : Filipa Moreira da Cruz

Let’s go!

What if we only have two minutes left?
What if the stars fall from the sky?
What if our friends are no longer here?
What if the sea drowns all the fishes?
What if there is no future anymore?
What if Earth swallows us up?
What if our family leaves us behind?
What if the sun doesn’t rise?
We must not waste time
Let’s go!

Filipa Moreira da Cruz

Photos : Filipa Moreira da Cruz

Time is rushing me

I remember so well my childhood
Good old times!
Now my children are the ones that shrive me
I remember when life was made of endless Summer days
Although I’ve always preferred Autumn evenings
I remember playing with my brother and sisters
Monopoly would last all night long
It’s still the case
Certain things will never change
I remember when my skin was firm and my body flexible
My smile is not gone but my face is slightly wrinkled
And my brown hair is smoothly turning to gray
Here and there
I don’t mind aging
I wouldn’t change 43 for 22
Every birthday should be celebrated
Because we are alive
I just feel that time keeps rushing me
And there’s nothing I can do to slow it down.

Filipa Moreira da Cruz

Photos : Filipa Moreira da Cruz

Dolce farniente

Here we go!
A whole week ahead of us.
We will certainly make the best out of it.
Just before August ends and on time for « la rentrée ».
The four of us together for seven full days.
Away from home.
Take care!
Be safe!
Be happy!
See you (very) soon!

Filipa Moreira da Cruz

Photos : Filipa Moreira da Cruz

Lost in the woods

Photo : Filipa Moreira da Cruz

Sometimes I’m so afraid of the world
Every tiny little thing can hurt me
Sensitive and scared
Tired and frustrated
I need time
My body is resting
And my words keep silent
In an effervescent mind
Please, dont wake me up
I’m not ready wet.

Filipa Moreira da Cruz

Serendipity

Photo : Paul Laurent Bressin

It’s all so quiet
It’s all so still
Peace is everywhere you go
Because it lives inside you
Just be patient!
Take a closer glimpse
Can you hear the birds?
Can you see the beauty of the trees?
Mannkind works are eternal
So they say…
Don’t pay attention to others
Don’t rush yourself
Take a deep breath
And enjoy the moment
You’ll be surprised
By all the amazing things
You might come across
By chance!

Filipa Moreira da Cruz

Never give up

Photo : Paul Laurent Bressin

Sometimes missions can’t be accomplished at the first time.
As a consequence, we get frustrated.
Suddenly, the sky is covered by thick grey clouds.
Even the sun has abandoned us.
But giving up is never an option.
Frustrations are great opportunities to start all over again.
Put yourself together, close your eyes and take a deep breath.
You can do it!
Just be patient.
Time is the best healer.

Filipa Moreira da Cruz

Time

Photo : Filipa Moreira da Cruz

The first step is the hardest to take
After that, it’s a piece of cake
Don’t move too fast
Take a deep breath
If you rush
You’ll fall apart
Good things take time
There’s a time to hear
A time to speak
A time to wait
A time to heal
A time to greet
And a time to say goodbye.

Filipa Moreira da Cruz

Fairy tale

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Some day you will be old enough to start reading fairy tales again.

C. S. Lewis

I believe in fairies and elves
In giants and dragons
I believe in magic potions
That make us invincible
I believe in miracles
I’ve seen them with my own eyes
I believe life is a fairy tale
Full of surprises
You’d better start living now
Otherwise, you will be caught up by time
One day, you will be old
And you realise what you missed
Guess what?
It will be too late!

Filipa Moreira da Cruz

The yellow house

Photo : Paul Laurent Bressin

Everytime she was feeling blue
She thought of good old times in the yellow house
When winters were cold and bitter
She kept dreaming of the yellow house
If she was scared of something
She thought she was in the yellow house
Whenever she missed her loved ones
She looked at the pictures of the yellow house
If life was too hard on her
She snapped her fingers and pretended she was in the yellow house
In case the moon wouldn’t show up
She would think of the bright yellow wall that covered her house
The one where she was born, got married, gave birth and buried her husband
The house that welcomed her family, friends, pets and memories
All her life remains in the silence of the yellow house
One day I will go back, she often said
But days became weeks and the weeks became months
Months turned into years and then…
Her hair went grey and her bones shrank
She got sick, she knew her time had come
When she saw the angel opening his arms
She closed her eyes and whispered
Please, take me home to the yellow house.

Filipa Moreira da Cruz