BIRTHDAY


I am turning as old
as the world does today.
And all I can remember
of you is a pretty smile
and mischievous
dark eyes...
with a clearly profound
emptiness inside.
But I am wishing you could see me now...

This woman is grown.
I am not a child anymore
and in this unusual morning mood
I am feeling myself
again,
reading myself again,
putting myself on trial again, once again,
every year since I know my way.
And now...
I get this feeling of disappointment.

It is a moody morning, indeed,
and my thoughts are wrapped up
in far memories. I feel kind of dull,
weird,
old...
today,
do you remember?,
it is my birthday.