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.
This is your time
to no longer be who you were,
to rise from the embers,
I am someone who gives all she has every time.
I am someone who talks twice as much as sh
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
Let me live within the moment.
Let me feel all that I can.
Let me cherish life fo
If you think you can reach the sky,
Why don't you flap your wings to fly?
Always
Memories are life's special moments
Borrowed from the passing of time.
Ghosts
The wind whistles past my ears.
Closing my eyes, I lose all my fears.
The waves c
When you proceed,
Some will say it can't be done
And that there is no need
<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 brevity, so bittersweet,
depends upon just one heartbeat.
Brief as dusk an
