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 remember the first time you talked to me,
I wasn't sure what to do.
No one ever
I Wished For Your Love On A Shooting Star
I wished for your love on a shooting star
and didn't think my wish would get too far.
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
Your kindness has been blessed to me
From the stars above.
Your words all fill my
Love me tomorrow, for it is a new day
Love me again like you did the first day
Lo
I wish there were words to express how I feel,
But no words I see will do.
No wor
"Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?"
Are the words you'd hear Will Shakespeare say.<
I love your eyes and your soft sighs.
I love your inner beauty, too.
I love the w
I know so little about you,
But I'm falling in love with you.
I have been since t
What is love?
Love is a dangerous thing,
But once you find the one,
It al
