Unfortunate

Nothing can make me happy today.
I’m filled with the absence of sunlight, excitement, motivation, health.
It is funny when, from time to time, we have to face a confluence of small mishaps: the cold viruses to be endured; a friend that has left; the supporter that’s gone to the dark side; the lips that you miss.
And if the sun was shining – even in 40 degrees weather – then perhaps I could feel more contented.
Circumstances like these impair my focus on the small daily blessings, like being alive and able to day-dream. For all can happen in one’s mind.
But it could be worse! We could be trying to close a quarter under impossible goals; or planning for a following quarter with major cuts in budget.
I often wonder what would be the fun in living an uneventful life, but in days like this, events have gone too far and, just sleeping for 24 hours, seem like an unexplored blessing.

Birthday

I haven't written for quite a while, though I have done it in my head a thousand times. It seems there is an abysm between my will and the blank pages - both real and virtual.

But today is my beloved's birthday and I dared write a small poem. My first one in English. And here it goes:

The years may come and go, but you remain
Forever trussed in my heart, or shall I say
Imprinted in my retina, the brightest light
Embossed in my skin, so that I’m branded
And I forever will revolve around you, dear
Like the earth that brings us one more year
Pulled towards the sun like faithful lover
The same sun that lights your plentiful smile
And is surely to stop for quite a while
The day you’re gone.