The problem with January is that, finished the time of parties, of sparkling lights, of Christmas trees with colourful baubles, of dinners with friends, drinks and laughs, going to bed late, waking up even later... it seems like all the fun is just suddenly erased with a rubber from the page of our colourful enjoyment. In January you go back to work, back to school: routine like before - no, worse than before because Christmas is now far away and it's cold, it's grey and dark and the fog gets into our bones... Another year full of surprises, of unknown happenings... another behind us, to let go of. And here we go again, January, that moment between what was and what will be... that emptiness where to be, simply, hanging, suspended in midspace without a destination. A magic paper where you can draw and create, letting your emotions and thoughts flow like colourful liquids onto the blinding whiteness of this January sheet, until they form some kind of gate or doorway. Then, uncaring like a child, skip your way through the passage into the New Year. Not with bravery, not with false morals nor false optimisms - trying to “see the light” beyond the sad fog - no, blending into the fog itself, losing ourselves in it, losing our bodiness for a little while and just living... grateful to be here, grateful for this new year, grateful for life. And here my translation (never nearly as nice as the original in Italian) of a Nursery Rhyme by a great Italian writer, Gianni Rodari Give me good wishes for all the year: I want a January with an April sun, A cool July, a friendly March; I want a day without an evening, I want a sea without a storm; I want an ever fresh bread, Peach blossoms on the Cypres tree; The cat and the dog to be friends, Fountains that give milk. If I want too much, then don't give me anything, just give me a happy face.