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.
To feel that sense of comfort
That you felt in times gone by.
To hug someone with
Whenever I am lonely,
You're always by my side,
And when I call to you for help,<
Life's too short to be wasted.
It passes just once, so make the most out of it.
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I love your eyes and your soft sighs.
I love your inner beauty, too.
I love the w
We didn't grow up together.
We didn't start as friends.
When we first got togethe
I wish there were words to express how I feel,
But no words I see will do.
No wor
A friend is someone we turn to
when our spirits need a lift,
A friend is someone
I have a feeling deep in my heart.
It feels like the fire of a flame.
It feels of
Do you remember, when we were young, those promises we made?
The promise to be there for
I'll be happy once I've done this certain thing.
We all say this often, not realizing wha
