So reads the conventional wisdom. New year, new life and hopes are renewed and we make plans, sets goals and improbable possible and spend too much energy on unimportant things. And transform the planet into a place inhospitable. We consume too much. We pollute too much. We work too much. We live less. Health and hope continue poisoning the planet. We hope peace and keep hearing that war is necessary to get to him. Paradox. We wish happiness to the cost of not seeing, to deny.

Do not watch the news to not see the bodies murdered, children with cancer.Desviar the beggar not to spend the rest of the day badly, blaming himself for having a decent life. And we deplore, grieve, get sick when we discover that spirituality is an absolute path studded long barbarism and hatred. 
But we renew our hope that humanity is not an illusion for nothing. That living is an art, a craft. Craft, despite all the pains of the world, be happy. So when the clock dial 24 hours on 31 December, a new cycle begins, even if only in our minds and our hearts. Happy new cycle. Happy New Year and imagine, please! 

A happy new year to all the special friends who read me here and leave your comments always so kind. You are the river of my village, the most beautiful river in my village (paraphrasing Person), the best gift that a human being can have. 
Words intended to be kissing ...