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.
Memories are life's special moments
Borrowed from the passing of time.
Ghosts
Do you remember, when we were young, those promises we made?
The promise to be there for
Speak The Language Of Your Heart
Each day we wake is such a gift;
No moment's guaranteed.
Tomorrow isn't promised,
I believe that love is loyalty.
It will always have your back.
It will bravely st
I love your eyes and your soft sighs.
I love your inner beauty, too.
I love the w
Time doesn’t heal wounds
to make you forget.
It doesn’
Let me live within the moment.
Let me feel all that I can.
Let me cherish life fo
They come in waves,
my feelings for you.
And not pretty whitecaps
dancing
I am someone who gives all she has every time.
I am someone who talks twice as much as sh
You may see me struggle,
but you won't see me fall.
Regardless if I'm weak or not
