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 want to love again,
but my heart will not obey.
I want to be happy,
but
You're the one I most admire
with great intentions and loving desires.
Passion an
We didn't grow up together.
We didn't start as friends.
When we first got togethe
I'll be happy once I've done this certain thing.
We all say this often, not realizing wha
Speak The Language Of Your Heart
Each day we wake is such a gift;
No moment's guaranteed.
Tomorrow isn't promised,
Go With Grace
Each morning of this month
When you rise upon your bed,
May it be with renewed grace
To face the
From the moment our eyes met,
My soul could never forget.
You handed me your numb
I believe that love is loyalty.
It will always have your back.
It will bravely st
No Such Thing As Happy Endings
The first night they meet
He knew it to be true
This girl who lied before him
If you awake to one more dreary day,
an empty heart with empty hours to kill,
rem
