After Rumi Poem by Cristobal Benjumea

We are fine viniateers we know nothing of forrage

we prefer peace before war

we can devise war a tall possible scenarios and we still prefer eden

we run

weve seen enough uglyness

not to be lured by a sesual brown lady

I abondoned love, and then i

i wascured and on the horizon i saw a fire. i

started singing, a bird cured me by singing with a fine madridgal

the wind vlew in my direction, ther was a perfume, thre from the pinces and an odour of incencse from a holy temples

exposed me to women