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O que eu quero do ano novo? / What do I want for myself in the new year?

O que eu quero do ano novo? 

Quero clareza de espírito, quero a leveza da alma, quero o conciliar das dúvidas, das incertezas. Quero o coração calmo. Quero ser eu mesma, quero olhar para dentro e saber quem eu sou, a cada instante. Quero caminhar firme, quero acreditar que sigo o rumo que devo seguir. Quero confiar no universo, em mim. Quero luz, quero paixão  quero amor, quero aconchego e colo amigo. Quero me dar colo e dizer para mim que tudo vai ficar bem. Quero harmonia, saúde, equilíbrio, paz! Quero para mim e quero para você também! Feliz ano novo! 

What do I want for myself in the new year? 

I want clarity of the espirit, lightness of the soul. I want the reconciliation of doubts, of uncertainties. I want a calm heart. I want to be myself, I want to look inside and know who I am, at every instant. I want to walk firmly, I want to believe that I'm following the path I'm supposed to walk. I want to trust the Universe, myself. I want light, I want passion, I want love. I want the warmth of friends. I want to embrace myself and tell me it will all be ok. I want harmony, health, balance, peace! I want it all for me and for you as well! Happy New Year! 



Comments

  1. Claudia GregoriJanuary 26, 2016 at 8:53 AM

    Beautiful. I have been sad today and you helped. Your words are healing things.

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    1. Lorena Sales dos SantosJanuary 26, 2016 at 3:40 PM

      I'm glad they helped you, Claudia! Hope your feeling better!

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