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.
Do you remember, when we were young, those promises we made?
The promise to be there for
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
My love for you is like the raging sea,
So powerful and deep it will forever be.
If you awake to one more dreary day,
an empty heart with empty hours to kill,
rem
Time doesn’t heal wounds
to make you forget.
It doesn’
Life's brevity, so bittersweet,
depends upon just one heartbeat.
Brief as dusk an
Speak The Language Of Your Heart
Each day we wake is such a gift;
No moment's guaranteed.
Tomorrow isn't promised,
I Can Be Anything You Want And Need
I can be the silence
when the world around you
gets to be too loud.
I love your eyes and your soft sighs.
I love your inner beauty, too.
I love the w
You Have Shattered Every Memory Of Us
You have drowned every emotion of us,
Held it underwater until it could no longer breathe
