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 thought that I was chasing dreams
While I was walking down those fast streams.
My love for you is like the raging sea,
So powerful and deep it will forever be.
When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaningful walk,
Time is like the wind,
Slow and smooth.
Time can change swiftly,
Fast and
I light a torch and hold it high
It shines so bright it lights the sky
You see th
I want to love again,
but my heart will not obey.
I want to be happy,
but
I see people laughing and joking all around,
but on my face there is no smile; instead, t
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
Life's too short to be wasted.
It passes just once, so make the most out of it.
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