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.
Love sits on my shoulder and whispers in my ear.
It tells me how you love me and the word
The wind whistles past my ears.
Closing my eyes, I lose all my fears.
The waves c
We didn't grow up together.
We didn't start as friends.
When we first got togethe
I want to live in a world
where nobody is afraid
to fall in love
or admit
All these days and nights without you here,
It's a little bit more than I can bear.
If one name is but a glimpse of their soul
Then we are simple machines on cruise control<
Love me tomorrow, for it is a new day
Love me again like you did the first day
Lo
You bring the sunshine to my rain.
You give me love when I feel pain.
Friendship is like life.
It goes away,
And comes again.
Fr
To feel that sense of comfort
That you felt in times gone by.
To hug someone with
