By: Gabriela Yareliz When I die, I want them to say they looked into my eyes and saw my fire. That I aged with my head held high by a backbone of resolve. And that with that same fire in my eyes, I confronted life without flinching. That I had the heart of Jesus, theContinue reading “Puerto Rican”
Tag Archives: Feist
We’re all in the dance
Ending of: Paris, Je t’aime– I love this song.