Issue 17, Autumn-Winter 1957
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?