Casiopea Poem by Cristobal Benjumea

finally

the ink not the book

the ethereal form

cadaver if you have never fallen in love

or seen the many batles love proposes

some on passes a copy of i confess i have lived

henry the eight invites to play

a wateau or a bruegel, scince art is infinite

a romantic delacroixwit shieds

and fluffy white clouds, pushed around by warm wind across the blue sky, the infinite blue sky

the moon, , alfa centaury

its the equiliprium

ku the middle way

y trascended materialism

finally riding pegasus

a loving god invites givig a bunch of red tulips

the reflection on the lake

a smile