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.
Everyone is searching
for the missing piece in life.
The key to unlock the door
Your kindness has been blessed to me
From the stars above.
Your words all fill my
Let me live within the moment.
Let me feel all that I can.
Let me cherish life fo
We didn't grow up together.
We didn't start as friends.
When we first got togethe
When you proceed,
Some will say it can't be done
And that there is no need
<It was a late night in September,
The beginning of autumn,
When the image of a st
You have a gentle heart and a caring soul.
You use affectionate words to extol.
Y
Go With Grace
Each morning of this month
When you rise upon your bed,
May it be with renewed grace
To face the
So I guess I could lie and say I tried,
But the truth I can't deny,
I loved you,
I wish there were words to express how I feel,
But no words I see will do.
No wor
