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.
Feels like a lifetime ago
that I loved like that.
Wanting more
and more a
Love sits on my shoulder and whispers in my ear.
It tells me how you love me and the word
If you awake to one more dreary day,
an empty heart with empty hours to kill,
rem
My love for you is like the raging sea,
So powerful and deep it will forever be.
I'll be happy once I've done this certain thing.
We all say this often, not realizing wha
Take Me To The Center Of Your Soul
Take Me to the center of your soul
show me where you hide
lead me
Go With Grace
Each morning of this month
When you rise upon your bed,
May it be with renewed grace
To face the
I love your eyes and your soft sighs.
I love your inner beauty, too.
I love the w
When someone's having a bad day,
A smile could go a long way,
So make sure to put
We fight we struggle
We kick and scream
Please let us back in
And wake us
