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.
If you were my rose, then I'd be your sun,
painting your rainbows when the rains come.
Somewhere I Have Never Travelled, Gladly Beyond
somewhere I have never traveled, gladly beyond
any experience, your eyes have their silen
From the moment our eyes met,
My soul could never forget.
You handed me your numb
We didn't grow up together.
We didn't start as friends.
When we first got togethe
To feel that sense of comfort
That you felt in times gone by.
To hug someone with
It wrecks me, that last moment
that played out so wrong.
Our hopeless eyes locked
You bring the sunshine to my rain.
You give me love when I feel pain.
I am someone who gives all she has every time.
I am someone who talks twice as much as sh
Go With Grace
Each morning of this month
When you rise upon your bed,
May it be with renewed grace
To face the
my sleeping angel
I opened my eyes and saw an angel
I took his hand and he lead m
