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.
A little bit angry through the years,
A whole lot lonely through my tears.
A wond
What is love?
Love is a dangerous thing,
But once you find the one,
It al
A friend is someone we turn to
when our spirits need a lift,
A friend is someone
We didn't grow up together.
We didn't start as friends.
When we first got togethe
I know so little about you,
But I'm falling in love with you.
I have been since t
After the fierce midsummer all ablaze
Has burned itself to ashes, and expires
In
"Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?"
Are the words you'd hear Will Shakespeare say.<
When you proceed,
Some will say it can't be done
And that there is no need
<Somewhere I Have Never Travelled, Gladly Beyond
somewhere I have never traveled, gladly beyond
any experience, your eyes have their silen
We fight we struggle
We kick and scream
Please let us back in
And wake us
