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.
Speak The Language Of Your Heart
Each day we wake is such a gift;
No moment's guaranteed.
Tomorrow isn't promised,
I know so little about you,
But I'm falling in love with you.
I have been since t
I Will Want To Grow Old With You
You can take me on a holiday
but I prefer to sit at home
you can buy me chocolate
The way I used to smile,
and love our favorite song
The way it felt so right
I remember the first time you talked to me,
I wasn't sure what to do.
No one ever
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
my sleeping angel
I opened my eyes and saw an angel
I took his hand and he lead m
After the fierce midsummer all ablaze
Has burned itself to ashes, and expires
In
So I guess I could lie and say I tried,
But the truth I can't deny,
I loved you,
My love for you is like the raging sea,
So powerful and deep it will forever be.
