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.
Life's too short to be wasted.
It passes just once, so make the most out of it.
L
You're the beauty in the sunrise,
The soft warmth shining in the trees.
Joyful li
If one name is but a glimpse of their soul
Then we are simple machines on cruise control<
It was a late night in September,
The beginning of autumn,
When the image of a st
I've never been the type to say what I feel
So basically I keep everything inside
I'll be happy once I've done this certain thing.
We all say this often, not realizing wha
From the moment our eyes met,
My soul could never forget.
You handed me your numb
Your kindness has been blessed to me
From the stars above.
Your words all fill my
I still love you.
we were friends with him
when he introduced me to you.
Memories are life's special moments
Borrowed from the passing of time.
Ghosts
