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.
If you think you can reach the sky,
Why don't you flap your wings to fly?
Always
Do you remember, when we were young, those promises we made?
The promise to be there for
Memories are life's special moments
Borrowed from the passing of time.
Ghosts
Feels like a lifetime ago
that I loved like that.
Wanting more
and more a
Feels like a lifetime ago
that I loved like that.
Wanting more
and more a
Somewhere I Have Never Travelled, Gladly Beyond
somewhere I have never traveled, gladly beyond
any experience, your eyes have their silen
When you love and hold me without any fear
Happiness spreads throughout the atmosphere.
I wish there were words to express how I feel,
But no words I see will do.
No wor
I hope you find
the one who quiets
the screams.
I hope you find
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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
