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.
Everyone is searching
for the missing piece in life.
The key to unlock the door
I want to love again,
but my heart will not obey.
I want to be happy,
but
You know the thing... right?
The thing that makes you feel good
The thing that ma
I believe that love is loyalty.
It will always have your back.
It will bravely st
You have a gentle heart and a caring soul.
You use affectionate words to extol.
Y
Feels like a lifetime ago
that I loved like that.
Wanting more
and more a
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
Take Me To The Center Of Your Soul
Take Me to the center of your soul
show me where you hide
lead me
Opposites
I say yes and you say no
I say bye and you say hello
Butterfly'
If you were my rose, then I'd be your sun,
painting your rainbows when the rains come.
