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 am someone who gives all she has every time.
I am someone who talks twice as much as sh
Go With Grace
Each morning of this month
When you rise upon your bed,
May it be with renewed grace
To face the
Feels like a lifetime ago
that I loved like that.
Wanting more
and more a
Memories are life's special moments
Borrowed from the passing of time.
Ghosts
I've never been the type to say what I feel
So basically I keep everything inside
Opposites
I say yes and you say no
I say bye and you say hello
Butterfly'
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.
Do you remember, when we were young, those promises we made?
The promise to be there for
Life's brevity, so bittersweet,
depends upon just one heartbeat.
Brief as dusk an
Time is like the wind,
Slow and smooth.
Time can change swiftly,
Fast and
