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've never been the type to say what I feel
So basically I keep everything inside
Life's too short to be wasted.
It passes just once, so make the most out of it.
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Time doesn’t heal wounds
to make you forget.
It doesn’
You're the beauty in the sunrise,
The soft warmth shining in the trees.
Joyful li
Some feelings are shallow, some feelings are deep.
Some make us smile, some make us weep.
Do you remember, when we were young, those promises we made?
The promise to be there for
I love your eyes and your soft sighs.
I love your inner beauty, too.
I love the w
You may see me struggle,
but you won't see me fall.
Regardless if I'm weak or not
My love for you is like the raging sea,
So powerful and deep it will forever be.
I believe that love is loyalty.
It will always have your back.
It will bravely st
