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 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 thought that I was chasing dreams
While I was walking down those fast streams.
The friendship we have is so rare to find.
We hate to see each other in a bind.
W
The sunshine appears to be brighter.
My heart feels a bit lighter.
A million stars up in the sky.
One shines brighter - I can't deny.
A love so prec
You know the thing... right?
The thing that makes you feel good
The thing that ma
"Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?"
Are the words you'd hear Will Shakespeare say.<
Take Me To The Center Of Your Soul
Take Me to the center of your soul
show me where you hide
lead me
The wind whistles past my ears.
Closing my eyes, I lose all my fears.
The waves c
why is it when I look in your eyes,
I see the love burning inside me.
why is it w
