Any day a new year will come and it'll find us looking at the fire from the entrance of the cave where it all begins.
Where we begin to transform us into the legend that someone writes on pieces of invisible paper.
Where we begin to become the dream of a nomad who caress the wind with his lashes.
Where we start to become the hope of someone who has no fear and knows he must leave the cave to start everything.
Any day will come a new year will find us inventing new words, changing the names of things that already exist, learning ancient languages that only the fairies of fairy tales speak.
Any day will come a new year and we will not realize.
Because we'll change the clock for the compass.
Because we won't care about what time it's but where we must walk.
We will not miss anything because everything will be ours.