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
I thought that I was chasing dreams
While I was walking down those fast streams.
Your kindness has been blessed to me
From the stars above.
Your words all fill my
No stupid love song can describe how I feel
Sometimes the words other people say
Some feelings are shallow, some feelings are deep.
Some make us smile, some make us weep.
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
You have a gentle heart and a caring soul.
You use affectionate words to extol.
Y
It was a late night in September,
The beginning of autumn,
When the image of a st
"Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?"
Are the words you'd hear Will Shakespeare say.<
If one name is but a glimpse of their soul
Then we are simple machines on cruise control<
