Since all my steps are audience of my past,
a past damasked by relevant joys, pain, growth
and overloaded with treasure and souvenirs.
Every new step arrives out of all steps taken,
My face presents my history,
my brown eyes are jewels I cannot pawn.
I am the map of the campaign,
each ancestor has his flag,
The taste of individual beauty born of a collective effort,
every day my soul claps its hands, and sings,
consumed by the joy of a rich heritage
and all days are better than all yesterdays.
Go With Grace
Each morning of this month
When you rise upon your bed,
May it be with renewed grace
To face the
Life's too short to be wasted.
It passes just once, so make the most out of it.
L
If you awake to one more dreary day,
an empty heart with empty hours to kill,
rem
Be The Best Of Whatever You Are
If you can't be a pine on the top of the hill,
Be a scrub in the valley
The wind whistles past my ears.
Closing my eyes, I lose all my fears.
The waves c
Life's brevity, so bittersweet,
depends upon just one heartbeat.
Brief as dusk an
I'll be happy once I've done this certain thing.
We all say this often, not realizing wha
I see people laughing and joking all around,
but on my face there is no smile; instead, t
You may see me struggle,
but you won't see me fall.
Regardless if I'm weak or not
Speak The Language Of Your Heart
Each day we wake is such a gift;
No moment's guaranteed.
Tomorrow isn't promised,
