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.
Be The Best Of Whatever You Are
If you can't be a pine on the top of the hill,
Be a scrub in the valley
My love for you is like the raging sea,
So powerful and deep it will forever be.
When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaningful walk,
This is your time
to no longer be who you were,
to rise from the embers,
I hope you find
the one who quiets
the screams.
I hope you find
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Time is like the wind,
Slow and smooth.
Time can change swiftly,
Fast and
I wish there were words to express how I feel,
But no words I see will do.
No wor
I believe that love is loyalty.
It will always have your back.
It will bravely st
I light a torch and hold it high
It shines so bright it lights the sky
You see th
Do you remember, when we were young, those promises we made?
The promise to be there for
