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.
Memories are life's special moments
Borrowed from the passing of time.
Ghosts
To feel that sense of comfort
That you felt in times gone by.
To hug someone with
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
No Such Thing As Happy Endings
The first night they meet
He knew it to be true
This girl who lied before him
Whenever I am lonely,
You're always by my side,
And when I call to you for help,<
I'd give all I have to stay yours,
for you are everything I adore.
You open up th
If you awake to one more dreary day,
an empty heart with empty hours to kill,
rem
We didn't grow up together.
We didn't start as friends.
When we first got togethe
After the fierce midsummer all ablaze
Has burned itself to ashes, and expires
In
