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.
Friendship is like life.
It goes away,
And comes again.
Fr
I have a feeling deep in my heart.
It feels like the fire of a flame.
It feels of
We didn't grow up together.
We didn't start as friends.
When we first got togethe
The way I used to smile,
and love our favorite song
The way it felt so right
You're the beauty in the sunrise,
The soft warmth shining in the trees.
Joyful li
"Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?"
Are the words you'd hear Will Shakespeare say.<
I want to live in a world
where nobody is afraid
to fall in love
or admit
I hope you find
the one who quiets
the screams.
I hope you find
t
If you were my rose, then I'd be your sun,
painting your rainbows when the rains come.
When someone's having a bad day,
A smile could go a long way,
So make sure to put
