Felipe Pilotto Photography
Project "Paz, peace, paix, pace, paz..."
Como podemos fazer a diferença?
How can we make the difference?
Comment peut-on faire la différence?
Come possiamo fare la differenza?
¿Cómo podemos hacer la diferencia?
Contact: felipe.pilotto.photography@gmail.com
xpilottostudiox@icloud.com
Como podemos fazer a diferença?
How can we make the difference?
Comment peut-on faire la différence?
Come possiamo fare la differenza?
¿Cómo podemos hacer la diferencia?
Contact: felipe.pilotto.photography@gmail.com
xpilottostudiox@icloud.com
Tuesday, March 27, 2012
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Thursday, March 22, 2012
Gabriela Gomes
Labels:
Art. Paz,
Brasil,
Felipe Pilotto,
Felipe Pilotto Photography,
Gabi Gomes,
Gabriella Vigol,
Pace,
Paix,
Paz,
Peace,
Rio de Janeiro,
Vimeo Pilotto
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Wednesday, March 14, 2012
Full Moon Party Thailand


I've crossed the deserts to milesSwam water for time
Searching places just to find
A piece of something to call mine
(I'm coming)
A piece of something to call mine
(I'm coming)
(I'm coming)
Coming closer to you




Went along many moorsWalked through many doors
The place where I want to be
Is the place I can call mine
(I'm coming)
Is the place I can call mine
(I'm coming)
(I'm coming)
Coming closer to you



I'm moving, I'm comingCan you hear what I hear?
It's calling you, my dear
Out of reach
(Take me to my beach)
I can hear it, calling you
I'm coming, not drowning
Swimming closer to you






Take me somewhere I can breatheI've got so much to see
This is where I want to be
In a place I can call mine
In a place I can call mine




I'm moving, I'm comingCan you hear what I hear?
It's calling you, my dear
Out of reach
(Take me to my beach)
I can hear it, calling you
I'm coming, not drowning
Swimming closer to you




Moving, comingCan you hear what I hear?
(Hear it, out of reach)
I hear it calling you
Swimming closer to you







Many faces I have seenMany places I have been
Walked the deserts, swam the shores
(Coming closer to you)
Many faces I have know
Many ways in which I've grown
Moving closer on my own
(Coming closer to you)




I move itI feel it
I'm coming
Not drowning




I move itI feel it
I'm coming
Not drowning









I'm moving, I'm coming
Can you hear what I hear?
It's calling you, my dear
Out of reach
(Take me to my beach)
I can hear it, calling you
I'm coming, not drowning
Swimming closer to you
(Take me to my beach)
































































I'm moving, I'm comingCan you hear what I hear?
It's calling you, my dear
Out of reach
(Take me to my beach)
I can hear it, calling you
I'm coming, not drowning
Swimming closer to you
(Take me to my beach)"
All Saints - Pure Shores
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