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?