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.
The sunshine appears to be brighter.
My heart feels a bit lighter.
Life's brevity, so bittersweet,
depends upon just one heartbeat.
Brief as dusk an
Take Me To The Center Of Your Soul
Take Me to the center of your soul
show me where you hide
lead me
I'll be there for you no matter what.
I'll hold your hand when you're crying from that ba
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
Silly love-struck smiles
There's only one true style
Clueless and happy
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Friendship is like life.
It goes away,
And comes again.
Fr
A friend is someone we turn to
when our spirits need a lift,
A friend is someone
No stupid love song can describe how I feel
Sometimes the words other people say
