the new year can bring a feeling of starting over,
another chance to get things right
aveces, mi alma me duele
(sometimes, my soul hurts)
gitano, me robastes
(gypsy, you stole from me)
soak up life’s little pleasures,
they are fleeting
how could i have known that i would dream of you night after night?
The more thrilling, wonderful, divine objects I behold in a day, the more expanded and immortal I become.
from The Journal 1837–1861 by Henry David Thoreau