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 are my love, my life, and my queen.
You possess all the love, care, and hope that I w
Everyone is searching
for the missing piece in life.
The key to unlock the door
Life's too short to be wasted.
It passes just once, so make the most out of it.
L
Go With Grace
Each morning of this month
When you rise upon your bed,
May it be with renewed grace
To face the
Do you remember, when we were young, those promises we made?
The promise to be there for
After the fierce midsummer all ablaze
Has burned itself to ashes, and expires
In
Feels like a lifetime ago
that I loved like that.
Wanting more
and more a
You know the thing... right?
The thing that makes you feel good
The thing that ma
A walk to remember
I wish to have with you.
By the seashore,
In the breez
If you awake to one more dreary day,
an empty heart with empty hours to kill,
rem
