Please Stop Sending Me Love Letters Ive Got A Boyfriend And Hes 88 Feet Tall Poem by Cristobal Benjumea

Please stop sending me love letters, where are you are you in the garden. What flowers can you lick in this the altar surrouded by hazelnut trees, i can see your spirit but were is you body is it vexxed, my garden gate is full of ivy, my shadoww lives there, the shadow of paradise, the playground of the sun..... etc

in the clearing of the forest is a ticket to a vayage through the universe to the end of the begining.

, the solar winds form an incredible fortres, and burn the wings of my fre se, that holds you

my tenderness frees your silent prenancies the squire the triamgle has less lines than the square and penetrates you

the river is less abundant than the sea, but is more beautifull, pure and sweet., and reflects god will clearer

Walk in the green field to the iguanas, and the night and

lets go to the forest where you will reveal yourself to me acording to the book,

its really good to have friends but your inane happynes is a vexation everytime you go to the supermarket why dont you stay in my bed andf live on air and the moving clouds and passion

And cadavers

love me and touch fire,