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.
I want to love again,
but my heart will not obey.
I want to be happy,
but
Friendship is like life.
It goes away,
And comes again.
Fr
my sleeping angel
I opened my eyes and saw an angel
I took his hand and he lead m
She had looked for his coming as warriors come,
With the clash of arms and the bugle's ca
You're the one I most admire
with great intentions and loving desires.
Passion an
Your kindness has been blessed to me
From the stars above.
Your words all fill my
Some feelings are shallow, some feelings are deep.
Some make us smile, some make us weep.
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
<Just Who You Are Its Important
You've got quite an easy style
with a tender heart to match,
and how you'd wear a
