When a year ends: The almost poetry of fleeting time.When a year endsWe take stock of our small failures and toast with champagne
For our dreams to be realized.
They are dreams of love, prosperity and health.
Adventures, travel and freedom will accompany us when a year ends.
It’s time for hugs, for ritual lentils, time for dancing and joy, when a year ends.
When a year, another year ends, it’s time to set the usual goals, to close and open stories, to surrender while you try again, time to start again, to dream again, to fail again, with the joy and hope of always, when a year ends.
It is time to fall in love again, to dance in the rain, to sing poetry of life and death.
When a year ends, I keep dreaming, I dream of your eyes, your skin, your laughter and your lips. I always dream of your wounded soul and your healed soul.