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.
my sleeping angel
I opened my eyes and saw an angel
I took his hand and he lead m
Opposites
I say yes and you say no
I say bye and you say hello
Butterfly'
Let me live within the moment.
Let me feel all that I can.
Let me cherish life fo
Time doesn’t heal wounds
to make you forget.
It doesn’
I want to love again,
but my heart will not obey.
I want to be happy,
but
If one name is but a glimpse of their soul
Then we are simple machines on cruise control<
You Have Shattered Every Memory Of Us
You have drowned every emotion of us,
Held it underwater until it could no longer breathe
She had looked for his coming as warriors come,
With the clash of arms and the bugle's ca
When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaningful walk,
The wind whistles past my ears.
Closing my eyes, I lose all my fears.
The waves c
