Its Great To Be Me Poem by Cristobal Benjumea

life is a banquet, I know between these rocks and the shore

my love for you bewitched me

obsessed

not a green meadow, yet i can say that i have felt you in theese distant rooms

here is a cup of coffee you ghost

jogging my conciousnes ito percievig reality acording to ahistorical type

yess doves flew out of my mouth

but your reality was too thorny

the next day il protect, conserve

my essence, my person, so as to be able to accoplate myself to the thorny bushes

that is to say, by protecting me, i can my power increases, the threat of hate, the level of positive benefits expounds me and leaves me sated with joy and laurels

yet i dont sit on my laurels, my sacred visions take me further

over the material world

bird destination ellisium pleasure of the feasting

of the senses

and everyone is starving, my greatttest wish is not let life and love pass you by, hold the hand of the holy spirit and let it guide you to her home, there is a fountain in the patio, the water loos like diamonds, they reflect gods heaven, the earth and the people decide passionatly to let it guide you up the steep climb to loves sacred altar of the winds, feed this lamp of love and you will be high enough to reach the milky way