hip hop, kizomba, zouk

Save the Last Dance, Step Up, You Got Served, Stomp the Yard

If I could be a part of you, I would choose to be your tears. Because your tears are conceived in your heart, are born in your eyes, they live in your face, and they die in your lips...

At each moment, one instant, In each instant, an affirmation. In each affirmation, a certainty of that never it would take off you of my heart...

The love asked to the hatred: Why you hate me in such a way and the hatred answered because one day I loved you excessively…