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
The wind whistles past my ears.
Closing my eyes, I lose all my fears.
The waves c
Do you remember, when we were young, those promises we made?
The promise to be there for
You are my love, my life, and my queen.
You possess all the love, care, and hope that I w
I want to live in a world
where nobody is afraid
to fall in love
or admit
In our one short year together,
A love's grown deep within my heart
For such a ce
No stupid love song can describe how I feel
Sometimes the words other people say
I'd give all I have to stay yours,
for you are everything I adore.
You open up th
I know so little about you,
But I'm falling in love with you.
I have been since t
If you think you can reach the sky,
Why don't you flap your wings to fly?
Always
