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.
Somewhere I Have Never Travelled, Gladly Beyond
somewhere I have never traveled, gladly beyond
any experience, your eyes have their silen
When you proceed,
Some will say it can't be done
And that there is no need
<Everyone is searching
for the missing piece in life.
The key to unlock the door
It was a late night in September,
The beginning of autumn,
When the image of a st
I've never been the type to say what I feel
So basically I keep everything inside
I want to love again,
but my heart will not obey.
I want to be happy,
but
I have an invisible friend
Who guides me through dark and pain.
She always tells
If you were my rose, then I'd be your sun,
painting your rainbows when the rains come.
I thought that I was chasing dreams
While I was walking down those fast streams.
In our one short year together,
A love's grown deep within my heart
For such a ce
