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New Year, as usual.

Another year has expired, maybe it's the proverbial time to take stock.
year ends, just, but that does not automatically pushes to reset all your thoughts and your habits, good or bad they are.
Thus, the city goes to light in an uncoordinated manner and colorful, but your pitch is the same as your gaze distracted behind the smoke trail.
you realize that your way is always to smile, for years.
Outside you can find yourself talking to people who did not see long, strange ripples out in their dialect, indicative of some kind of exotic experiences (real or fake ...), with whom she shared a coffee bar, sweetened with the usual platitudes. Maybe
while at the same time, it was a year when you have reviewed smiles and eyes that did not think they could make more of your life, with their loads of bitterness, and small joys.
And you find yourself in the evening to see old photos, from which Seize nuances of which you never noticed, or you'd simply forgotten.
year ends, and it can happen not to have pleasure to put on a disk, as in the same way you love to hear the same song dozens of times, repeatedly.
may have been a magical year or bad year, you may have made some dreams or at least tried to do, which is sometimes in itself sufficient.
The succession of the months it seemed even monotonous, a free four quarters of versatility, with the unexpected accelerated that alternated with intervals of reasons. Or you may have seen a gap year, where you have been sheepishly into the pits to see others give wildly to do, or maybe you've reached one after the other you had the mental steps identified in a sort of mental journey. Many, many stages, perhaps too many, maybe even some not yours.
year draws to a close, and perhaps his sunset silhouette draws the same family, while you are once again unable to say the right words, his throat burned from the uncertainty, or the determination. Sometimes it's the same thing.
do not know if the dawn of this new chapter imposed by the calendar will make you better, if that is really what you want.
You just know his stand, you find yourself standing upright, eyes directed to an indecipherable point on the horizon that only you know.

(art by Mauro Cao)