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 have a feeling deep in my heart.
It feels like the fire of a flame.
It feels of
I want to live in a world
where nobody is afraid
to fall in love
or admit
A little bit angry through the years,
A whole lot lonely through my tears.
A wond
This is your time
to no longer be who you were,
to rise from the embers,
What is love?
Love is a dangerous thing,
But once you find the one,
It al
Silly love-struck smiles
There's only one true style
Clueless and happy
N
Time doesn’t heal wounds
to make you forget.
It doesn’
I still love you.
we were friends with him
when he introduced me to you.
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
After the fierce midsummer all ablaze
Has burned itself to ashes, and expires
In
