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.
"Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?"
Are the words you'd hear Will Shakespeare say.<
I have an invisible friend
Who guides me through dark and pain.
She always tells
My love for you is like the raging sea,
So powerful and deep it will forever be.
When you proceed,
Some will say it can't be done
And that there is no need
<I Wished For Your Love On A Shooting Star
I wished for your love on a shooting star
and didn't think my wish would get too far.
So I guess I could lie and say I tried,
But the truth I can't deny,
I loved you,
When someone's having a bad day,
A smile could go a long way,
So make sure to put
why is it when I look in your eyes,
I see the love burning inside me.
why is it w
You bring the sunshine to my rain.
You give me love when I feel pain.
I remember the first time you talked to me,
I wasn't sure what to do.
No one ever
