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 want to love again,
but my heart will not obey.
I want to be happy,
but
I love your eyes and your soft sighs.
I love your inner beauty, too.
I love the w
You know the thing... right?
The thing that makes you feel good
The thing that ma
I Can Be Anything You Want And Need
I can be the silence
when the world around you
gets to be too loud.
Everyone is searching
for the missing piece in life.
The key to unlock the door
I wish there were words to express how I feel,
But no words I see will do.
No wor
So I guess I could lie and say I tried,
But the truth I can't deny,
I loved you,
Silly love-struck smiles
There's only one true style
Clueless and happy
N
Don't Go Far Off, Not Even For A Day
Don't go far off, not even for a day, because --
because -- I don't know how to say it: a
If you were my rose, then I'd be your sun,
painting your rainbows when the rains come.
