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 love your eyes and your soft sighs.
I love your inner beauty, too.
I love the w
Opposites
I say yes and you say no
I say bye and you say hello
Butterfly'
She had looked for his coming as warriors come,
With the clash of arms and the bugle's ca
No Such Thing As Happy Endings
The first night they meet
He knew it to be true
This girl who lied before him
Speak The Language Of Your Heart
Each day we wake is such a gift;
No moment's guaranteed.
Tomorrow isn't promised,
Some feelings are shallow, some feelings are deep.
Some make us smile, some make us weep.
I've never been the type to say what I feel
So basically I keep everything inside
No stupid love song can describe how I feel
Sometimes the words other people say
My love for you is like the raging sea,
So powerful and deep it will forever be.
When You Love Someone, It's Forever
When you love someone, you will do anything for them.
If the sound of your voice keeps th
