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.
When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaningful walk,
To feel that sense of comfort
That you felt in times gone by.
To hug someone with
Let me live within the moment.
Let me feel all that I can.
Let me cherish life fo
They come in waves,
my feelings for you.
And not pretty whitecaps
dancing
We fight we struggle
We kick and scream
Please let us back in
And wake us
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.
You have a gentle heart and a caring soul.
You use affectionate words to extol.
Y
I have an invisible friend
Who guides me through dark and pain.
She always tells
Everyone is searching
for the missing piece in life.
The key to unlock the door
my sleeping angel
I opened my eyes and saw an angel
I took his hand and he lead m
