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.
If you awake to one more dreary day,
an empty heart with empty hours to kill,
rem
I believe that love is loyalty.
It will always have your back.
It will bravely st
I Will Want To Grow Old With You
You can take me on a holiday
but I prefer to sit at home
you can buy me chocolate
I hope you find
the one who quiets
the screams.
I hope you find
t
To feel that sense of comfort
That you felt in times gone by.
To hug someone with
She had looked for his coming as warriors come,
With the clash of arms and the bugle's ca
Speak The Language Of Your Heart
Each day we wake is such a gift;
No moment's guaranteed.
Tomorrow isn't promised,
If you think you can reach the sky,
Why don't you flap your wings to fly?
Always
Some feelings are shallow, some feelings are deep.
Some make us smile, some make us weep.
The sunshine appears to be brighter.
My heart feels a bit lighter.
