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.
Feels like a lifetime ago
that I loved like that.
Wanting more
and more a
When you proceed,
Some will say it can't be done
And that there is no need
<No Such Thing As Happy Endings
The first night they meet
He knew it to be true
This girl who lied before him
If you think you can reach the sky,
Why don't you flap your wings to fly?
Always
Let me live within the moment.
Let me feel all that I can.
Let me cherish life fo
Life's brevity, so bittersweet,
depends upon just one heartbeat.
Brief as dusk an
I hope you find
the one who quiets
the screams.
I hope you find
t
I see people laughing and joking all around,
but on my face there is no smile; instead, t
Don't Go Far Off, Not Even For A Day
Don't go far off, not even for a day, because --
because -- I don't know how to say it: a
I light a torch and hold it high
It shines so bright it lights the sky
You see th
