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.
After the fierce midsummer all ablaze
Has burned itself to ashes, and expires
In
Life's too short to be wasted.
It passes just once, so make the most out of it.
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You have a gentle heart and a caring soul.
You use affectionate words to extol.
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My love for you is like the raging sea,
So powerful and deep it will forever be.
To feel that sense of comfort
That you felt in times gone by.
To hug someone with
No stupid love song can describe how I feel
Sometimes the words other people say
The way I used to smile,
and love our favorite song
The way it felt so right
When someone's having a bad day,
A smile could go a long way,
So make sure to put
Do you remember, when we were young, those promises we made?
The promise to be there for
You bring the sunshine to my rain.
You give me love when I feel pain.
