Sebastian Soberania Poems

one time
i told my body i do not want you
your arms are loose
like flaps of paper about to fly away
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My love
i am writing you a poem
it is short and i could
not even finish it
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What i lack, is perhaps,
what i have not understood fully well,
the bones are here
the flesh are growing smoothly,
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If by this time
you still have nothing to write
try getting out of the house
see the world
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De-list some friends
i am told

After all the simplicity of
...

I am back
to open a closed door
to begin anew
starting with the stairs and the floor
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to keep sane
one keeps talking
to himself

the desert listens.
...

the wisdom of
a fly sometimes lies
on its capacity
to be
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It is not easy to be alone.
everyone confirms this.
The fear is like the sea rising
and likely to occupy the plains
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By the window
a woman with a red ribbon
sits
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