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.
Everyone is searching
for the missing piece in life.
The key to unlock the door
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
To feel that sense of comfort
That you felt in times gone by.
To hug someone with
A million stars up in the sky.
One shines brighter - I can't deny.
A love so prec
Time is like the wind,
Slow and smooth.
Time can change swiftly,
Fast and
Don't Go Far Off, Not Even For A Day
Don't go far off, not even for a day, because --
because -- I don't know how to say it: a
The friendship we have is so rare to find.
We hate to see each other in a bind.
W
Go With Grace
Each morning of this month
When you rise upon your bed,
May it be with renewed grace
To face the
She had looked for his coming as warriors come,
With the clash of arms and the bugle's ca
I Will Want To Grow Old With You
You can take me on a holiday
but I prefer to sit at home
you can buy me chocolate
