A BIRTHDAY POEM:

From time to time, the Sun returns to the exact point where it was on the day an element is born, the day that we arrive.
Now, looking at the sky, I wonder if the day you arrived,
right before forgetting about everything,
you felt that you left a part of you in the stars.
Because, as I look at the sky,
I can see a part of you in them, like a point.
A unique point.
A point where we begin to reproduce ourselves and come from a state of being to an existing form.
With a body and a name.
In a concrete story.
Like yours.
And while the Sun aligns at the exact point where it was when you were born,
the day you arrived,
I ask Him about your trips around.
Beautiful, He says.