I Rest In The Green Field And I Move With The Moving Clouds Poem by Cristobal Benjumea

My pasiom moves me, direction utopia, the door is open to lovers

and those that seek loves way

the ones that are purified by loves trials

levitaing from the dust, becoming a starr

surfing the foam

i am the charm of passing places

the fall from grace

i am the prophet reciting the future vissions of deliriums of perfect peacefull harmony, shocking poems on the shore

an existence based on, need not greed

an excitement necesary like the bread

i must be free from seeking the blessings of the world

imperfect me

my imagination takes me to the starrs, and down again on this planet for coffee

no more useless things

the sacrifice necesary, action is needed to reach the spirit

the spirit of

the wind moves the sails

the suns heat affects me cant you see im smiling the earth

i dont want to be in love with a ghost

no more layers of darkness

we are the shadows of the candle light

into the light

necesary ilumination of the path

the wind the jungle the cave the river, the melody


these personalities rise and dance to the music that comes from cupid,