The person who had the idea to cut the time in slices,
which was given the name of year,
was a great fellow.
It industrialized hope,
by making it run on the edge of exhaustion.
Twelve months are enough to make any human being feel tired and give up.
Then it comes the miracle of renewal and everything begins again,
with a new number comes a new hope
to believe that from now on everything will be different …
HAPPY NEW YEAR!
This is a translation of a beautiful poem has been erroneously attributed to Carlos Drummond de Andrade, but it’s actually from Roberto Pompeu de Toledo. You can read the original poem in Portuguese here.