Moved Poem by cristobal obregon silvertop

Moved to and by circumstance. rooted by the stars, corrupted into a resulting pillar of society, my spirit moves, comes down in the rain flows in the river, in whose hands which are as powerfull as the missisipy. Sailing, to the sun, my spirit enhances it, imperious, the journey, the glow of the constelations, exites my anticipation. I turn into that tropical bird free of the earth and so closer to spirit, to the forthcomming union, less tears of sorrow are shed, and so im closer to love, which blinds us, but i see that zone of earth that means so much, makes my atention pursue a myriad of images, anew, forever dancing to the baseguitar.