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.
Life's brevity, so bittersweet,
depends upon just one heartbeat.
Brief as dusk an
A little bit angry through the years,
A whole lot lonely through my tears.
A wond
You're the beauty in the sunrise,
The soft warmth shining in the trees.
Joyful li
I have a feeling deep in my heart.
It feels like the fire of a flame.
It feels of
It was a late night in September,
The beginning of autumn,
When the image of a st
You're the one I most admire
with great intentions and loving desires.
Passion an
No stupid love song can describe how I feel
Sometimes the words other people say
I'll be there for you no matter what.
I'll hold your hand when you're crying from that ba
You may see me struggle,
but you won't see me fall.
Regardless if I'm weak or not
Silly love-struck smiles
There's only one true style
Clueless and happy
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