The Riot Of Senses The Angle Of Entrace, A Trance. Orientation Is The Constelation Acting On Hi Behalf Poem by Cristobal Benjumea

Drifting again in the horror the shadow of the apple, the willow can accomodate me

all beauty has shadows

revision of my history defines the amount of people that leave for other satelites

of life in casioplea

small emblematic fragment, entertainment for voyeurs in motion like us an the whim mof the solar winds, entertainment on this our humble box near the milky way

o ligthouses above the silvery sea, the fish exist and they swim from one place to another place,
bellow and above to surfer fallen in the sea

they swim anywhere god likes, they like to, through a vast dimension to another

gravity is acomodaten by teaparties on red velvet divans, love takes it us on a journey

to the land of the white marble statues in the garden