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.
You have a gentle heart and a caring soul.
You use affectionate words to extol.
Y
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
"Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?"
Are the words you'd hear Will Shakespeare say.<
After the fierce midsummer all ablaze
Has burned itself to ashes, and expires
In
We didn't grow up together.
We didn't start as friends.
When we first got togethe
I hope you find
the one who quiets
the screams.
I hope you find
t
Feels like a lifetime ago
that I loved like that.
Wanting more
and more a
You know the thing... right?
The thing that makes you feel good
The thing that ma
I'll be there for you no matter what.
I'll hold your hand when you're crying from that ba
Speak The Language Of Your Heart
Each day we wake is such a gift;
No moment's guaranteed.
Tomorrow isn't promised,
