The new sun rises in the year’s elevation,
over the low roofs’ perspective.

It reveals the roughness of winter skin
and the dinginess of winter clothes.

It draws, with a hard forefinger,
a line under the old ways.

Finis! the old ways have become obsolete,
the old skin, the old clothes.

This same sun, like a severe comet,
rises over old disappointments.

But how to accept it? is the problem.
How to bear the pain of renewal?