A special day with sweet and sour melancholy,
With a new dawn the new year has come,
He waves a reed affably
A rural landscape that everyone loves.
I want to wish myself and passers-by,
And everyone who cares about a given day,
Leave your mark, just like yourself,
Without turning into a sunset shadow.
Throwing off the shackles of the environment of consumption,
Should I start asking questions,
Go, having directed all their aspirations,
Where the dawn will begin to bloom…
05.07.18