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.
I light a torch and hold it high
It shines so bright it lights the sky
You see th
Speak The Language Of Your Heart
Each day we wake is such a gift;
No moment's guaranteed.
Tomorrow isn't promised,
My love for you is like the raging sea,
So powerful and deep it will forever be.
Life's too short to be wasted.
It passes just once, so make the most out of it.
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A little bit angry through the years,
A whole lot lonely through my tears.
A wond
They come in waves,
my feelings for you.
And not pretty whitecaps
dancing
I still love you.
we were friends with him
when he introduced me to you.
If you awake to one more dreary day,
an empty heart with empty hours to kill,
rem
If you were my rose, then I'd be your sun,
painting your rainbows when the rains come.
What is love?
Love is a dangerous thing,
But once you find the one,
It al
