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 have a feeling deep in my heart.
It feels like the fire of a flame.
It feels of
It wrecks me, that last moment
that played out so wrong.
Our hopeless eyes locked
You have a gentle heart and a caring soul.
You use affectionate words to extol.
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When you love and hold me without any fear
Happiness spreads throughout the atmosphere.
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
To feel that sense of comfort
That you felt in times gone by.
To hug someone with
Do you remember, when we were young, those promises we made?
The promise to be there for
I Can Be Anything You Want And Need
I can be the silence
when the world around you
gets to be too loud.
A walk to remember
I wish to have with you.
By the seashore,
In the breez
