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.
If one name is but a glimpse of their soul
Then we are simple machines on cruise control<
When you proceed,
Some will say it can't be done
And that there is no need
<If you think you can reach the sky,
Why don't you flap your wings to fly?
Always
After the fierce midsummer all ablaze
Has burned itself to ashes, and expires
In
The wind whistles past my ears.
Closing my eyes, I lose all my fears.
The waves c
I believe that love is loyalty.
It will always have your back.
It will bravely st
Love me tomorrow, for it is a new day
Love me again like you did the first day
Lo
Life's too short to be wasted.
It passes just once, so make the most out of it.
L
Love sits on my shoulder and whispers in my ear.
It tells me how you love me and the word
You are my love, my life, and my queen.
You possess all the love, care, and hope that I w
