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.
We fight we struggle
We kick and scream
Please let us back in
And wake us
They come in waves,
my feelings for you.
And not pretty whitecaps
dancing
Be The Best Of Whatever You Are
If you can't be a pine on the top of the hill,
Be a scrub in the valley
Friendship is like life.
It goes away,
And comes again.
Fr
It was a late night in September,
The beginning of autumn,
When the image of a st
Go With Grace
Each morning of this month
When you rise upon your bed,
May it be with renewed grace
To face the
No stupid love song can describe how I feel
Sometimes the words other people say
I believe that love is loyalty.
It will always have your back.
It will bravely st
A million stars up in the sky.
One shines brighter - I can't deny.
A love so prec
I have a feeling deep in my heart.
It feels like the fire of a flame.
It feels of
