Sebastian Soberania

i write because i feel sympathy for someone
like me, and then
another reason comes which is hard to accept anyway
but just the same i must accept bluntly
...

once upon a time

the queen of happiness walks in her garden
of love
...

crazy, this is crazy
you fill the cabinet with all figurines
Buddha, and Jesus and Mary
and horsemen and soldiers
...

i don't.
i hold hands with loneliness
dine with it
sleep with it
...

leave the critics to themselves
let them make a poem
try to see
if they deserve their nameless names
...

into the land of shadows
light always plays with trees

the trees hide what light
...

regret
is the most abused word
in the world, it is a mess,
for always it arrives
...

let me fall alone
in the brevity of my
defeat
you are always my
...

...

I live next door
and i know you live next to mine
sometimes we meet
and i look at the floor
...

in a place that i have not gone
to i plan to sit on one of those
chairs of a roadside cafe and
have my tea and my eyes shall
...

man's work has been with the power
of his sword
to cut the twigs of the tree
...

something so sweet
as a casual goodbye
may end this friendship
some promises to soon
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...of having to rush
and keep on rushing
running and running
and telling
...

i've been away
no one asked where i was
but i do not mind
this is what i have chosen
...

anna, i am not wrong
the sun still rises
the rain stoppe
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I WANT to make a poem
that must rhyme
spicy like a thyme
with value like
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Deep down us
the courage is there
hidden from
our heaps of fears
...

the roots of time pierce
the lands of stoicism

silence is solitude and it sings
...

i perfectly know what i want
what i love much
and i always think about it
all the nights and days of my life
...