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.
You may see me struggle,
but you won't see me fall.
Regardless if I'm weak or not
Opposites
I say yes and you say no
I say bye and you say hello
Butterfly'
"Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?"
Are the words you'd hear Will Shakespeare say.<
Time doesn’t heal wounds
to make you forget.
It doesn’
To feel that sense of comfort
That you felt in times gone by.
To hug someone with
I see people laughing and joking all around,
but on my face there is no smile; instead, t
Be The Best Of Whatever You Are
If you can't be a pine on the top of the hill,
Be a scrub in the valley
Take Me To The Center Of Your Soul
Take Me to the center of your soul
show me where you hide
lead me
I hope you find
the one who quiets
the screams.
I hope you find
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We didn't grow up together.
We didn't start as friends.
When we first got togethe
