Sebastian Soberania Poems

Sunset is a violin
played with so much flowing emotions
as though
i have turned into a soul
...

the empty room embraces you
as you open the locks of your door

you hear the sounds of silence
...

darkness as usual
comes
...

The sounds of motors
in this small city where i work
as store clerk
is drowning my thoughts of you
...

The earth moves
suddenly
some houses crack
and some
...

In one of my lousy hours
when i cannot go out of the house
because of the heavy rain
when i am all alone again pleasing
...

you realize that the beauty of this undertaking is the talking
to yourself, and there you begin to find meaning, you begin to
love solitude, you talk and talk, you keep on asking questions and
since you are alone in the room you answer your own questions and
...

when i wake up this morning
sleep is still sleeping
and i slip out of the blanket
not to disturb sleep which
...

and so here i am
the muted one
what i cannot tell you during
our breakfast together
...

the dark night has found
a way
to tell me that i need it
now
...