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.
Speak The Language Of Your Heart
Each day we wake is such a gift;
No moment's guaranteed.
Tomorrow isn't promised,
It was a late night in September,
The beginning of autumn,
When the image of a st
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.
I love your eyes and your soft sighs.
I love your inner beauty, too.
I love the w
You bring the sunshine to my rain.
You give me love when I feel pain.
why is it when I look in your eyes,
I see the love burning inside me.
why is it w
The friendship we have is so rare to find.
We hate to see each other in a bind.
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I am someone who gives all she has every time.
I am someone who talks twice as much as sh
You're the one I most admire
with great intentions and loving desires.
Passion an
If one name is but a glimpse of their soul
Then we are simple machines on cruise control<
