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 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.
When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaningful walk,
I hope you find
the one who quiets
the screams.
I hope you find
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When someone's having a bad day,
A smile could go a long way,
So make sure to put
I see people laughing and joking all around,
but on my face there is no smile; instead, t
Memories are life's special moments
Borrowed from the passing of time.
Ghosts
Do you remember, when we were young, those promises we made?
The promise to be there for
Love sits on my shoulder and whispers in my ear.
It tells me how you love me and the word
So I guess I could lie and say I tried,
But the truth I can't deny,
I loved you,
When You Love Someone, It's Forever
When you love someone, you will do anything for them.
If the sound of your voice keeps th
