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.
To feel that sense of comfort
That you felt in times gone by.
To hug someone with
my sleeping angel
I opened my eyes and saw an angel
I took his hand and he lead m
"Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?"
Are the words you'd hear Will Shakespeare say.<
No stupid love song can describe how I feel
Sometimes the words other people say
I thought that I was chasing dreams
While I was walking down those fast streams.
You're the beauty in the sunrise,
The soft warmth shining in the trees.
Joyful li
When You Love Someone, It's Forever
When you love someone, you will do anything for them.
If the sound of your voice keeps th
Take Me To The Center Of Your Soul
Take Me to the center of your soul
show me where you hide
lead me
Love sits on my shoulder and whispers in my ear.
It tells me how you love me and the word
It was a late night in September,
The beginning of autumn,
When the image of a st
