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,
If you think you can reach the sky,
Why don't you flap your wings to fly?
Always
Don't Go Far Off, Not Even For A Day
Don't go far off, not even for a day, because --
because -- I don't know how to say it: a
A walk to remember
I wish to have with you.
By the seashore,
In the breez
A little bit angry through the years,
A whole lot lonely through my tears.
A wond
We didn't grow up together.
We didn't start as friends.
When we first got togethe
I believe that love is loyalty.
It will always have your back.
It will bravely st
Time doesn’t heal wounds
to make you forget.
It doesn’
I have an invisible friend
Who guides me through dark and pain.
She always tells
Speak The Language Of Your Heart
Each day we wake is such a gift;
No moment's guaranteed.
Tomorrow isn't promised,
