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.
So I guess I could lie and say I tried,
But the truth I can't deny,
I loved you,
Time is like the wind,
Slow and smooth.
Time can change swiftly,
Fast and
why is it when I look in your eyes,
I see the love burning inside me.
why is it w
I Wished For Your Love On A Shooting Star
I wished for your love on a shooting star
and didn't think my wish would get too far.
When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaningful walk,
Feels like a lifetime ago
that I loved like that.
Wanting more
and more a
Life's too short to be wasted.
It passes just once, so make the most out of it.
L
Everyone is searching
for the missing piece in life.
The key to unlock the door
I see people laughing and joking all around,
but on my face there is no smile; instead, t
If you think you can reach the sky,
Why don't you flap your wings to fly?
Always
