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.
Go With Grace
Each morning of this month
When you rise upon your bed,
May it be with renewed grace
To face the
If you were my rose, then I'd be your sun,
painting your rainbows when the rains come.
I believe that love is loyalty.
It will always have your back.
It will bravely st
If you think you can reach the sky,
Why don't you flap your wings to fly?
Always
Whenever I am lonely,
You're always by my side,
And when I call to you for help,<
After the fierce midsummer all ablaze
Has burned itself to ashes, and expires
In
A walk to remember
I wish to have with you.
By the seashore,
In the breez
You came into my life so quick
A beautiful friendship happened in a wink
My feeli
A million stars up in the sky.
One shines brighter - I can't deny.
A love so prec
If one name is but a glimpse of their soul
Then we are simple machines on cruise control<
