The Wind And The Rocks Poem by Cristobal Benjumea

The wind where does it take me to

The sacred way to the altar of eden

What about the fountain

What language do you speak

are you wind or earth

Are you in the cavern, is it better to be in the cavern or the forest

What about the fountain

what about prayer

How to pluck an Apple tree

What tree, do they make lemonade there

in the land of your curves

the sea

Caseagulls

albatros

reptile

the allmighty holer of the keys to the garden

Of Green and pink

utopia

Its better to be joined than to be parted

butterflies, lose in flower beds

my bower is in the cave next to the fountain of joy

The smiles that give me strength and joy, hope

and in the garden where i take her uder the constelation of Casiopea

there was born after much renewal and reawakening.

rebirth


Amongst the jungle

deeper in me, so many acorn tres, so many fountains

moving clouds

and dew on your skirt

remind me of the passed

takes me to the future shock

The symbols extol a professy of bliss

and shipwrecks

and of other bad surfers

Your dangerous with that form

I cease3 to be blid, but my cup is empty

tndrely i kiiss you to promote happyness

That dull narcotic

And the director of the orchestra, will let his will be done

And paint a pictrure of fervent devotion, that had the effect of demolishing the shadows in my life with passionate concepts that the destiny of nations listens to depends on listening to, acording to apropiate manners a in rare momments of moral substance

Whith this I achieve spriritual enlightenment and progress

and guiding, or to be guided through the escenario

to you chamber