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.
All these days and nights without you here,
It's a little bit more than I can bear.
Memories are life's special moments
Borrowed from the passing of time.
Ghosts
You know the thing... right?
The thing that makes you feel good
The thing that ma
Take Me To The Center Of Your Soul
Take Me to the center of your soul
show me where you hide
lead me
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
The friendship we have is so rare to find.
We hate to see each other in a bind.
W
We didn't grow up together.
We didn't start as friends.
When we first got togethe
I still love you.
we were friends with him
when he introduced me to you.
Silly love-struck smiles
There's only one true style
Clueless and happy
N
"Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?"
Are the words you'd hear Will Shakespeare say.<
