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 hope you find
the one who quiets
the screams.
I hope you find
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If you were my rose, then I'd be your sun,
painting your rainbows when the rains come.
All these days and nights without you here,
It's a little bit more than I can bear.
my sleeping angel
I opened my eyes and saw an angel
I took his hand and he lead m
I see people laughing and joking all around,
but on my face there is no smile; instead, t
She had looked for his coming as warriors come,
With the clash of arms and the bugle's ca
Your kindness has been blessed to me
From the stars above.
Your words all fill my
The friendship we have is so rare to find.
We hate to see each other in a bind.
W
I have an invisible friend
Who guides me through dark and pain.
She always tells
I know so little about you,
But I'm falling in love with you.
I have been since t
