My own expectations …

It has come to an end. It’s over. 2015 has just turned around the corner and for you know it’s not going to return.

As I missed some opportunities, some kisses I haven’t given and, in addition, some words I should have said though I didn’t, it has gone to the deepness of the ocean and now is flowing somewhere around.

The nostalgia, the regret and the relief trying to let it go away.

What was done, now is completely done, what was sensed is now .already in the past and what was lived, it’s lived.
The things who didn’t work successfully turned into dust.
And through the dust gone mixed the past.
Through the mix of the past, it turned into forgetfulness.

As 2015 said goodbye, 2016’s already making us crazy.
The new year has come without anyone asking for it, without permission and without knocking the door.
It has come so fast that we had not the time to swallow the last one.

Without pauses, with no regrets and no holidays as well.
365 old chances were lost so that 366 new ones is been offered us so that we could have some way to do something different.

And for you know what are my expectations for this new year?
Any shit!
My true expectations are only for myself. I expect that I could fulfil my goals.

I wanna give with no worries if I’ll receive something in return.
I wanna be for this world without preoccupations if it will give something back.
I wanna be the best version of myself.
I wanna be the person that my puppy are always proud of.

I want my arms ought to be big enough so that I never missed the opportunities live throws me.

I want to be wise to be able to appreciate the value that life has and to be able to keep me away from the other ones.
I wanna be the sponge for what’s love, light and peaceful.
I wanna be out the cloudy and the evil ones.

I wanna be vicar though the flaw as well.
I wanna be a saint, but sometimes the devil too.
I wanna be heaven and hell.
I wanna be lava but the ocean sometimes too.
I wanna be a lot of things though just being myself.

I wanna solve the questions I have left unsolve.
I just wanna close past cycles to be able to create new ones for tomorrow.
I want to leave the past in the outside and besides, be able to make peace with myself.

I want to let myself flow through the winds of life.
I hope that I could have second chances so that I could never use it.
I wanna move on but I must realize that the direction is more important than speed.

I hope I could wait.
For me, to me.
I hope so.

Texto de Marina Barbieri, passado para o inglês.