Sebastian Soberania Poems

in the end what triumphs
is love,
in the middle of the long journey
hate or indifference is but temporary
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i desire you.
your lips i like to kiss.
your body i like to caress.
i like to make love with you.
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crazy, this is crazy
you fill the cabinet with all figurines
Buddha, and Jesus and Mary
and horsemen and soldiers
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a hat with a diaphanous veil
looking like some
filmy wings of a moth
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i am touched.
there is this man on a wheelchair
spending a day
on a picnic by the beach
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a chicken's life
is measured by its power to scratch
for grains
and then it lays eggs
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in sunny madrid
i walk the streets of its lonely people
it is hot and the trees are wilting
in sunny madrid
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all walls, no bathroom
no water, no rain, all pillars
no stairs, there are no leaks
to see a star
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Been searching for the thrill
imagining what is next to happen
lusty thoughts, rusting soul.
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this is the new house that i am building
in this new place
that is the old one that i have abandoned
i lied when i told you that it was sold
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