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.
A walk to remember
I wish to have with you.
By the seashore,
In the breez
No stupid love song can describe how I feel
Sometimes the words other people say
Your kindness has been blessed to me
From the stars above.
Your words all fill my
Time doesn’t heal wounds
to make you forget.
It doesn’
I Will Want To Grow Old With You
You can take me on a holiday
but I prefer to sit at home
you can buy me chocolate
If you think you can reach the sky,
Why don't you flap your wings to fly?
Always
my sleeping angel
I opened my eyes and saw an angel
I took his hand and he lead m
When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaningful walk,
The friendship we have is so rare to find.
We hate to see each other in a bind.
W
If you awake to one more dreary day,
an empty heart with empty hours to kill,
rem
