Cristobal Benjumea

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Cristobal Benjumea Poems

281. Why Do You Like Trash So Much 12/24/2014
282. Last Dance 12/25/2014
283. I See The Ruins Did Love Win Or Lose 12/25/2014
284. Were Is The Road 12/25/2014
285. Do We Go To Toulouse Or New York 12/25/2014
286. I Hide Acorns 12/25/2014
287. Now I Have A Taste For Eden 12/25/2014
288. I Wandered Like A Seagull 12/29/2014
289. Being In Bed With Your Girlfriend Is Better Than Being In A Snow Storm 7/27/2013
290. I Listen To The Lyres Music It Anticipates The Comming Of The Dawn 12/29/2014
291. The Owl Speaks To The Pusicat 1/2/2015
292. The Pussycat Stands Near The Weeping Willow Near The Stream 1/2/2015
293. The Black Panther 1/2/2015
294. Little Children Dancing Garlanded 1/3/2015
295. The Beautifullest Bird 12/29/2014
296. The Language Of Our Bodies When They Entwine Reveall New Dimensions 7/27/2013
297. The Harps Music In This Dark Empty Room 12/29/2014
298. What The Black Cat Said To The Misty Fluffy Cloud 12/25/2014
299. Because I Was Crazy About This Symphony 8/19/2014
300. Redeemed Love, Flourishment Of The Altar Of Flesh 7/26/2013
301. Who Caan Stop The Flowers Growing, Or The Grass, In The Field 7/26/2013
302. When Im With You I Feel Consoled 7/27/2013
303. What Can I Sayto You 12/3/2013
304. Love Keeps You Young 7/19/2014
305. My Night Begins With Rubies 1/3/2015
306. The Cat In The Cave 1/2/2015
307. I Love Walking Through The Green Valley, Folowing The Stream That Flows To The Sea Where The Red Fishes Swim To Jthe Purple Coral Reefs Of The Tropics... 7/19/2013

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I Love Walking Through The Green Valley, Folowing The Stream That Flows To The Sea Where The Red Fishes Swim To Jthe Purple Coral Reefs Of The Tropics...

mysterious doors of my perception sugest wicked adventures

life is the jungle like roulette but the milky way reveals the faces of the godesses,

gathered round the fountain,

the curviture of her waist, is like a dove

reclined on the white pillows

we gaze at the pleiad constelatio for a few minutes,

we pick roses in the garden nonetheless

, in love we wander to my ladies bower

in my room we touch, our bodies meet in earthly paradise

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Rebirth

I am prepared for the dawn

i have been reborn in the flowerpots

i got drunk and saw god,

now i have god and her love is worth two supermarkets

my imagination created a vesel

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