cristobal obregon silvertop Poems

Hate knows full well that it is in hell, and that he envies loves ways.Profound shadows belong to colosal columns of love.

I will penetrate, deep into your body, deep into the sea, and rise to the surface to see the sky face, beauty, invisible. i am atom, i see the picture.
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You are a gazelle, that is caught in my vision.
My eyes are out of control

My cup overflows, my tongue goes wild, my direction, gets lost in the hall of mirrors.
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I want the beauty of the orchid to blossom, and disperse, in the universe, as an offering, to the great one.

and the earth to stand still, and hold on to my heart.
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The outlines of the veils you, have obscured the beauty that lies therein, and i would but grab your inner innocence, and hold it to my chest.
I would treasure it that's all,
Then I would do anything i could to rise you up, and I'm not the sort to let fall, AM i the slave of destiny, I fear the brightness will go away. In which Direction do i fall, where best do i serve a flower, every petal, with sweetness, with light. not doubt but clarifications, i can see the murkiness will reveal the matter, of course, and your affection will come with the temper, that your muscles use to rise me up and then fall.
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I think i fly, into the sky and devise, a gods palace, with ruby columns, and silk canopies, and soft cushions.
Here i can dream, of my lovers beauty, who gives me all that i desire, and satisfies my earthly needs. Brings me joy when i need in with her smiles and gestures that gaily turn my life into a field of daisies.

Takes me to the top of the mountain where there is no chaos, and a lingering calm, bemuses and stirs, my soul to comfort.
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I always like to sunbathe, the heats caresses, sends me into fantasy land, thinking of loves burning, energy, elates me.
I feel like, I touch the impossible, sky and all my love is fulfilled,
A little mansion in the prairie, and all my the universes, designs are more than realised, arranged, things discarded.
The light illuminates the way, i mould destiny like clay. i concentrate, I look through the hole, I see vastness, the gifts of love are monumental, is there a deep hole in me cut by love.I waver in the wind delicately in and consult the gods.
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