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.
Be The Best Of Whatever You Are
If you can't be a pine on the top of the hill,
Be a scrub in the valley
Some feelings are shallow, some feelings are deep.
Some make us smile, some make us weep.
You have a gentle heart and a caring soul.
You use affectionate words to extol.
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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 may see me struggle,
but you won't see me fall.
Regardless if I'm weak or not
If you awake to one more dreary day,
an empty heart with empty hours to kill,
rem
Feels like a lifetime ago
that I loved like that.
Wanting more
and more a
What is love?
Love is a dangerous thing,
But once you find the one,
It al
Love me tomorrow, for it is a new day
Love me again like you did the first day
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