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.
Memories are life's special moments
Borrowed from the passing of time.
Ghosts
I remember the first time you talked to me,
I wasn't sure what to do.
No one ever
I know so little about you,
But I'm falling in love with you.
I have been since t
Do you remember, when we were young, those promises we made?
The promise to be there for
They come in waves,
my feelings for you.
And not pretty whitecaps
dancing
You know the thing... right?
The thing that makes you feel good
The thing that ma
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
A million stars up in the sky.
One shines brighter - I can't deny.
A love so prec
The wind whistles past my ears.
Closing my eyes, I lose all my fears.
The waves c
No stupid love song can describe how I feel
Sometimes the words other people say
