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.
Friendship is like life.
It goes away,
And comes again.
Fr
A walk to remember
I wish to have with you.
By the seashore,
In the breez
I Can Be Anything You Want And Need
I can be the silence
when the world around you
gets to be too loud.
If you were my rose, then I'd be your sun,
painting your rainbows when the rains come.
If you think you can reach the sky,
Why don't you flap your wings to fly?
Always
my sleeping angel
I opened my eyes and saw an angel
I took his hand and he lead m
From the moment our eyes met,
My soul could never forget.
You handed me your numb
I thought that I was chasing dreams
While I was walking down those fast streams.
When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaningful walk,
I believe that love is loyalty.
It will always have your back.
It will bravely st
