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.
Somewhere I Have Never Travelled, Gladly Beyond
somewhere I have never traveled, gladly beyond
any experience, your eyes have their silen
What is love?
Love is a dangerous thing,
But once you find the one,
It al
If you awake to one more dreary day,
an empty heart with empty hours to kill,
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Time is like the wind,
Slow and smooth.
Time can change swiftly,
Fast and
I have a feeling deep in my heart.
It feels like the fire of a flame.
It feels of
Time doesn’t heal wounds
to make you forget.
It doesn’
I remember the first time you talked to me,
I wasn't sure what to do.
No one ever
All these days and nights without you here,
It's a little bit more than I can bear.
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
Love me tomorrow, for it is a new day
Love me again like you did the first day
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