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 have a feeling deep in my heart.
It feels like the fire of a flame.
It feels of
The wind whistles past my ears.
Closing my eyes, I lose all my fears.
The waves c
Be The Best Of Whatever You Are
If you can't be a pine on the top of the hill,
Be a scrub in the valley
my sleeping angel
I opened my eyes and saw an angel
I took his hand and he lead m
I believe that love is loyalty.
It will always have your back.
It will bravely st
I love your eyes and your soft sighs.
I love your inner beauty, too.
I love the w
Time doesn’t heal wounds
to make you forget.
It doesn’
Some feelings are shallow, some feelings are deep.
Some make us smile, some make us weep.
I thought that I was chasing dreams
While I was walking down those fast streams.
The friendship we have is so rare to find.
We hate to see each other in a bind.
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