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.
She had looked for his coming as warriors come,
With the clash of arms and the bugle's ca
why is it when I look in your eyes,
I see the love burning inside me.
why is it w
If one name is but a glimpse of their soul
Then we are simple machines on cruise control<
I love your eyes and your soft sighs.
I love your inner beauty, too.
I love the w
No stupid love song can describe how I feel
Sometimes the words other people say
I Will Always Be There For You
I will always be there for you,
I am your little friend.
I will always be in love
I've never been the type to say what I feel
So basically I keep everything inside
The wind whistles past my ears.
Closing my eyes, I lose all my fears.
The waves c
A little bit angry through the years,
A whole lot lonely through my tears.
A wond
You are my love, my life, and my queen.
You possess all the love, care, and hope that I w
