The data are running wild chasing each
other in the living room,
the words of the manuscript are looking for a closure
among the glassware,
and another year passed.
Attending the details left from the year of the focus,
the new year fell on us with clarity and love.
A cold March awaits me
With those young pointy flowers
that stars at me curious during my walks.
A whole brought season in front,
The do not look back to the cold winter
And happily channel their energy
To shine this year.
No promised result, no guaranteed next year, only one year more.
The year just started
And you want to predict it’s content.
As a sealed envelope
It has no apparent weight
Nor influence today
But what a difference
Each of its days will make
On our work, love, dedication.