Sebastian Soberania Poems

i who use this mind of mine
does not figure how it works for me
it is inside me, and i am inside it,
we simply are in this, but we cannot figure out
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like a dog you follow me
where i go
you look at me
as if i am your only master
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under the trees
the songs of birds always sound happier

inside that cage
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two miserable women go downtown
looking for reliefs

their eyes sink like boats in the river
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in such a split second
you were thrown out into the rubble

you feel rejected, but it does not matter
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there is a moment
in your life
when something is broken
and you simply leave
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everyday scribbling indeed
is an exercise of the mind,
a cultivation of thoughts
that bloom into ideas
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in the middle of grief
i am thinking of what is next
that surprise that substitutes what malady is here
i am promised
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do not be surprised with
depression,
it is nothing but a temporary epidemic
life exercising its muscles
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if you can see me now,
i am like a comma that ends a phrase,
waiting,
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