Cristobal Benjumea Poems

what can i say except i was proud,

what can i say life at least i know is not a bed of roses
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The joy your body gives me fills me without beig able to overflow

i dragg myself apendix of the heart
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Were standing in the mirror which reflects the will of god

the upstanding forms of white marbles, emblematic of on the green grass field
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the harp makes me think of gardens of orchids

The lament of the physical world has made me dream of the harp
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The lyre you play anticipates the workings of the dawn

Finds me holding a white dove
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did you hear the music again darling

and the wind it has a noise of wings
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The closer to you that i am the more consoled i feel especially when i touch your body with mine, and i flourish like flowers growing

I want more mam
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you see god rewards the members of lifes allusion to cristianity

even if its by brute force
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you see god rewards the members of lifes allusion to cristianity

even if its by brute force
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How do i find a guide to the garden of roses and labernums

where is track, this body, cage and vessel
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