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.
Silly love-struck smiles
There's only one true style
Clueless and happy
N
Go With Grace
Each morning of this month
When you rise upon your bed,
May it be with renewed grace
To face the
Memories are life's special moments
Borrowed from the passing of time.
Ghosts
I still love you.
we were friends with him
when he introduced me to you.
I Wished For Your Love On A Shooting Star
I wished for your love on a shooting star
and didn't think my wish would get too far.
If you think you can reach the sky,
Why don't you flap your wings to fly?
Always
I am someone who gives all she has every time.
I am someone who talks twice as much as sh
I hope you find
the one who quiets
the screams.
I hope you find
t
I believe that love is loyalty.
It will always have your back.
It will bravely st
We fight we struggle
We kick and scream
Please let us back in
And wake us
