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.
You have a gentle heart and a caring soul.
You use affectionate words to extol.
Y
A little bit angry through the years,
A whole lot lonely through my tears.
A wond
I've never been the type to say what I feel
So basically I keep everything inside
Friendship is like life.
It goes away,
And comes again.
Fr
They come in waves,
my feelings for you.
And not pretty whitecaps
dancing
I am someone who gives all she has every time.
I am someone who talks twice as much as sh
Life's brevity, so bittersweet,
depends upon just one heartbeat.
Brief as dusk an
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
I'd give all I have to stay yours,
for you are everything I adore.
You open up th
You're the beauty in the sunrise,
The soft warmth shining in the trees.
Joyful li
