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.
I see people laughing and joking all around,
but on my face there is no smile; instead, t
Speak The Language Of Your Heart
Each day we wake is such a gift;
No moment's guaranteed.
Tomorrow isn't promised,
After the fierce midsummer all ablaze
Has burned itself to ashes, and expires
In
Opposites
I say yes and you say no
I say bye and you say hello
Butterfly'
If one name is but a glimpse of their soul
Then we are simple machines on cruise control<
Do you remember, when we were young, those promises we made?
The promise to be there for
Life's too short to be wasted.
It passes just once, so make the most out of it.
L
Everyone is searching
for the missing piece in life.
The key to unlock the door
I remember the first time you talked to me,
I wasn't sure what to do.
No one ever
Whenever I am lonely,
You're always by my side,
And when I call to you for help,<
