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 want to live in a world
where nobody is afraid
to fall in love
or admit
A little bit angry through the years,
A whole lot lonely through my tears.
A wond
I love your eyes and your soft sighs.
I love your inner beauty, too.
I love the w
Everyone is searching
for the missing piece in life.
The key to unlock the door
Time is like the wind,
Slow and smooth.
Time can change swiftly,
Fast and
I want to love again,
but my heart will not obey.
I want to be happy,
but
Memories are life's special moments
Borrowed from the passing of time.
Ghosts
The wind whistles past my ears.
Closing my eyes, I lose all my fears.
The waves c
I've never been the type to say what I feel
So basically I keep everything inside
In our one short year together,
A love's grown deep within my heart
For such a ce
