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.
my sleeping angel
I opened my eyes and saw an angel
I took his hand and he lead m
why is it when I look in your eyes,
I see the love burning inside me.
why is it w
What is love?
Love is a dangerous thing,
But once you find the one,
It al
I love your eyes and your soft sighs.
I love your inner beauty, too.
I love the w
I Wished For Your Love On A Shooting Star
I wished for your love on a shooting star
and didn't think my wish would get too far.
Love me tomorrow, for it is a new day
Love me again like you did the first day
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It wrecks me, that last moment
that played out so wrong.
Our hopeless eyes locked
Do you remember, when we were young, those promises we made?
The promise to be there for
You bring the sunshine to my rain.
You give me love when I feel pain.
I have an invisible friend
Who guides me through dark and pain.
She always tells
