I M High On Love, In A Green Field Poem by Cristobal Benjumea

Love is created under the sheets

its in italian rooms, in the corners

but i allways put a cream cake on the table, and a row of candles, some flowers,

i wish i did what you tell me oh wind

love hides in a french restaurant at the edge of the white cliff

love is an aperitif for a bachanal in the midle of the ghetto

love is a survivable comodity, not yet being sold for 3 quid

its what nobility has never kown to white doves singing in green fields next to the warm lake

the lovers bycicles proped up against each other makes you smile

she makes me so happy, regardles of the lenght of a chain

there is love in a chinnese restaurant in hong kong, amongst the chop suey