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.
We didn't grow up together.
We didn't start as friends.
When we first got togethe
Go With Grace
Each morning of this month
When you rise upon your bed,
May it be with renewed grace
To face the
Let me live within the moment.
Let me feel all that I can.
Let me cherish life fo
If one name is but a glimpse of their soul
Then we are simple machines on cruise control<
Don't Go Far Off, Not Even For A Day
Don't go far off, not even for a day, because --
because -- I don't know how to say it: a
I am someone who gives all she has every time.
I am someone who talks twice as much as sh
Life's too short to be wasted.
It passes just once, so make the most out of it.
L
All these days and nights without you here,
It's a little bit more than I can bear.
When you proceed,
Some will say it can't be done
And that there is no need
<A walk to remember
I wish to have with you.
By the seashore,
In the breez
