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.
After the fierce midsummer all ablaze
Has burned itself to ashes, and expires
In
When someone's having a bad day,
A smile could go a long way,
So make sure to put
I want to love again,
but my heart will not obey.
I want to be happy,
but
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'll be there for you no matter what.
I'll hold your hand when you're crying from that ba
Some feelings are shallow, some feelings are deep.
Some make us smile, some make us weep.
I remember the first time you talked to me,
I wasn't sure what to do.
No one ever
Opposites
I say yes and you say no
I say bye and you say hello
Butterfly'
Love sits on my shoulder and whispers in my ear.
It tells me how you love me and the word
She had looked for his coming as warriors come,
With the clash of arms and the bugle's ca
