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.
Take Me To The Center Of Your Soul
Take Me to the center of your soul
show me where you hide
lead me
You bring the sunshine to my rain.
You give me love when I feel pain.
my sleeping angel
I opened my eyes and saw an angel
I took his hand and he lead m
I want to live in a world
where nobody is afraid
to fall in love
or admit
Go With Grace
Each morning of this month
When you rise upon your bed,
May it be with renewed grace
To face the
I wish there were words to express how I feel,
But no words I see will do.
No wor
The wind whistles past my ears.
Closing my eyes, I lose all my fears.
The waves c
Silly love-struck smiles
There's only one true style
Clueless and happy
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It was a late night in September,
The beginning of autumn,
When the image of a st
I am someone who gives all she has every time.
I am someone who talks twice as much as sh
