New Year SMS for 2025

Who writes
what comes?

God?
The spirit
of history?
The stars?
The planets?
The lines
of the hand?
The cards?

Arbitrary signals,
arbitrarily given,
arbitrarily read,
of a future
still unwritten.

As we restart time
at this arbitrary point,
throw away
those arbitrary chains
aiming to write
what we must write.

The unwritten future
belong to us,
we will write it
while answering
with our lives
the circumstances
we always inhabit.

Our only fate:
to write
our unwritten future.

¡Feliz ((3^2)5)^2 !

Each year, I send an SMS congratulating the new year to my friends and some acquaintances exactly when the new year arrives (where I am). Each SMS contains a poem or a poetic/lyric text whose thematic varies from year to year. This tradition of my own goes back to several years ago—although I can't remember when I started. Since a while I have been sharing these SMSs in this blog.

This poem is inspired by October 18, 2020: The Future Remains Unwritten of the COVID-19 Labor Camp Report series by the artist Piotr Szyhalski.