It has been a long time since I last played my guitar. I miss it too and having been born in a Lating American country, I used to write lots of my songs and poems in Spanish. Today I wanted to share with you one of the last poems I wrote and the story behind it,
                    

Luna Opaco I.I

"La luna esta opaca,

         La cubre nubes y nieblas

       Y a mi corazón la cubre

         La trocha y falta de roce

     Su carencia de brillo,

Por infinito calina

   Mi falta de sentido,

      Por distancia maldita"

"Misty Moon I.I"

"The moon is dull,
                Covered by clouds and fogs
   Likewise my heart
            By trail and lack of beat

         Her lack of brightness

By infinite haze
  My lack of sense,
     By cursed distance"

This poem was written almost a year ago. Ever since then I have stopped writing poems and turned to novels. I write whenever I have spare time, whenever I am done with my college works and personal projects. I thought of this piece on one usual night when I gazed at the moon from my apartment window. Out on the streets was foggy and up near moon was cloudy. The moon was blurry and out of nowhere it hit me. I had to write about it even though I had no reason for it; and so I did.