A new heart

Distance doesn’t stop words, it doesn’t stop good intentions or best wishes.

Today my gift for you is a new heart, new hopes, new wishes, new longings. I want to give you a new imagination, refreshed thoughts, a bright day or a quiet night.

Wherever you are, right now, it doesn’t matter the country where you live. I want to tell you that today is the time to start dreaming, to attend the stubbornness of your soul and to open your eyes to new possibilities.

Today you have a new opportunity to do things right: say “I love you” to someone you have forgotten, change those things of your life that stop you from being completely happy.

You can go and say hi to that girl at the metro station you never talked to, to smile to the guard that opens the door for you or say thank you to the woman at the store.

Want to have a different job? A different life? Go on, today you have a new heart, a new opportunity of doing things right, new hopes, new longings.

Today is going to be a great day, you have a new heart, a new chance of dreaming, creating, loving, smiling, living.

It doesn’t matter if you don’t believe me.

Even though we may be at a great distance, dear reader, I know both you and me have a new heart and a new chance of being happy.

 

Distant

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Counting sheep

One sheep, for the early morning breeze.

Two sheep, for all the faces we won’t ever know.

Three sheep, for the conversations taking place in the street.

Four sheep, for the spirits dancing between the crowd.

Five sheep, for the things we achieve.

Six sheep, for the things we lose.

Seven sheep, for the family waiting for us at home.

Eight sheep, for the true friends holding our hands.

Nine sheep, for the first smile of a thundering heart in love.

And ten sheep.

Ten sheep for the musicians that make souls sing, for the writers that make hearts break and the avid dreamers who fall but know how to get up again.

And until I get to the last sheep I’ll know that the road hasn’t come to an end and that I’ll have the opportunity to start the count again.

 

Avid

A sealed envelope

He sits down and looks out his window, drops hit the window frame as it starts to rain. He stares at the mountains and can’t afford his thoughts. On one of the corners of the desk there is an envelope, it’s sealed. He tries to open it but fails, he doesn’t know who’s the sender or how did it ended there on top of his desk. The rest of the afternoon he uses different techniques to open the envelope but after some hours he gives up and tosses it in the trash.

He walks to his bedroom and closes the curtains, on top of his bed there’s a note. When he reads it, he hurries and look through the window. There he sees it, the envelope he couldn’t open drifting through the crowd, carried by the wind. He runs all the way down his buildings, under the rain and through the avenue. The envelope continues escaping from his hands until it’s out of reach, within each minute, there are more drops on it. A sad smile on his face, whispering goodbye and trying to explain himself why did that envelope had appeared and why was it finally gone. He would have to wait for the rain to ease, for his sunny days, beautiful prairies and dreamy sunrises to return timely inside a sealed envelope.

 

Timely