My good omen for the year just started comes from the Greek of the seventh century BC, precisely one of the most profound poets and irreverent of his time: Archilochus.
Here are his words:
Come, my soul, beset by misfortune without remedy
rise, opposes the chest to the enemy and defend;
not retreat in front of their pitfalls.
And, if you win, do not take pride in public,
if you win, do not cry prostrate at home.
Enjoy the joys, but not too much, and in sorrow for the misfortune
not lose a sense of proportion.
Recognize the pace at which dominates men.
Good principle
