The Sea Poem by Cristobal Benjumea

In the valleys there, were full of ghosts

here is a bunch of flowers you ghost symbol

the sea told it to a cave that told it to the lake, about that cristal fountain that intoxicated our allegories and memories of wonderfull gardens of calid afternoons, hearing birds sing

the bird told it to the lake that told it to the cavern that told it to the fountain

maybe im a ghost in the forest a sign of future, intolerance to the wounds of broken people

cherubins in the sky that charm and elevated salons in elysium emit music to hold our tender attentions

necesary room for the soul

that guides to that world

suddenly i see shore

the rudder of my sailing ship vered me to a harbour with a name

i followed the moving clouds, what did they say

the struggle between good and evil hangs on a knife edge

the fine line between love and hate

after a detergent

after there will be more falling leaves

more valley

more light in the hall of paintings

more forest with the soft breeze passing

more truth

less frigtening to recognise the clearing of

more vine

more veils to lift

more secret life

after detergent, th white paper is contrued with vital facts

the universal relative value of yor plight

shufles the cards

the point reveals

your story in its savage portrait

colourfull

exploding fireworks,

at your fingertips, to chose


to mould

out of hair

free from cadavers

perfume in the air

to climb and see the face in the starrs

to see the land of the muse

the earths precious coves

inspired me

to laugh

the forest told the cave who told the wind to move the waves of desire to free themselves from their captor needs to rise unbiden from the storm