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.
I want to love again,
but my heart will not obey.
I want to be happy,
but
Whenever I am lonely,
You're always by my side,
And when I call to you for help,<
We didn't grow up together.
We didn't start as friends.
When we first got togethe
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
Some feelings are shallow, some feelings are deep.
Some make us smile, some make us weep.
I believe that love is loyalty.
It will always have your back.
It will bravely st
I am someone who gives all she has every time.
I am someone who talks twice as much as sh
You're the one I most admire
with great intentions and loving desires.
Passion an
To feel that sense of comfort
That you felt in times gone by.
To hug someone with
Go With Grace
Each morning of this month
When you rise upon your bed,
May it be with renewed grace
To face the
