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.
Time is like the wind,
Slow and smooth.
Time can change swiftly,
Fast and
When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaningful walk,
To feel that sense of comfort
That you felt in times gone by.
To hug someone with
You're the one I most admire
with great intentions and loving desires.
Passion an
I believe that love is loyalty.
It will always have your back.
It will bravely st
Friendship is like life.
It goes away,
And comes again.
Fr
All these days and nights without you here,
It's a little bit more than I can bear.
I have a feeling deep in my heart.
It feels like the fire of a flame.
It feels of
I see people laughing and joking all around,
but on my face there is no smile; instead, t
She had looked for his coming as warriors come,
With the clash of arms and the bugle's ca
