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.
Life's too short to be wasted.
It passes just once, so make the most out of it.
L
I have a feeling deep in my heart.
It feels like the fire of a flame.
It feels of
It wrecks me, that last moment
that played out so wrong.
Our hopeless eyes locked
I see people laughing and joking all around,
but on my face there is no smile; instead, t
I wish there were words to express how I feel,
But no words I see will do.
No wor
Memories are life's special moments
Borrowed from the passing of time.
Ghosts
You are my love, my life, and my queen.
You possess all the love, care, and hope that I w
I want to live in a world
where nobody is afraid
to fall in love
or admit
It was a late night in September,
The beginning of autumn,
When the image of a st
I Will Always Be There For You
I will always be there for you,
I am your little friend.
I will always be in love
