Sol invernal

Guerrion dijo:

A veces, con solo verte, afloran
versos que, como el sonido de tu voz,
tu risa y tus suspiros, me llenan de alegría.

Otras veces,
cuando menos lo pienso, la poesía fluye,
igual que la alegría cuando la luz del sol
invernal se asoma entre las nubes.

A veces no quiero escribir,
pero lo quiera o no, el ambiente del café y el cálido
brillo del sol me tren de vuelta la sensación de tus besos.

Fidel Guerra. Enero 18, 2025.​

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Poetry is not just an art; it's an emotional response to the life that surrounds us. I liked how it alluded to the sound of the voice, laughter, and the brightness of the sun.

Le envío un saludo desde mi humilde Habana

Hi Alde,

when I head to work, it's still dark, and after work, I only have about 30 minutes of daylight left... It feels strange, especially now that I'm older, not so much when I was younger. In Oregon, the weather can be pretty crazy this time of year. You might wake up to a thick fog blanketing the whole valley, and other times, you get the unexpected challenge of not being able to open your car door. You end up pushing against it like a bear trying to get to food inside, all because of a thin layer of ice stuck between the door and the car body. There are only a handful of days when you can bask in the full sun or even catch a few of its rays. When that happens, you feel bright and happy, beaming a smile, even if just for a little while.

En fin, estimado compañero, esa es la esencia de lo que intento transmitirte sobre esta temporada de invierno en Oregón. Por eso la comparación que hago entre el sol y los besos cálidos, la voz…and so on.

Take care, and I'm sorry for getting back to you so late.

Fidel Guerra.