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.
No stupid love song can describe how I feel
Sometimes the words other people say
A million stars up in the sky.
One shines brighter - I can't deny.
A love so prec
Take Me To The Center Of Your Soul
Take Me to the center of your soul
show me where you hide
lead me
Time is like the wind,
Slow and smooth.
Time can change swiftly,
Fast and
Opposites
I say yes and you say no
I say bye and you say hello
Butterfly'
Speak The Language Of Your Heart
Each day we wake is such a gift;
No moment's guaranteed.
Tomorrow isn't promised,
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
You bring the sunshine to my rain.
You give me love when I feel pain.
Life's brevity, so bittersweet,
depends upon just one heartbeat.
Brief as dusk an
