If I was..

If I was Neruda

I would eat your sweet rose

 

If I was Borges

I would paint your imagination

 

If I was Lorca

I would celebrate your body

 

But I am non of these

just a simple poet

 

who dreams of a girl

in a distant land

 

where eagles fly over the Yucatan,

and ayahuasca is swallowed in Iquitos,

 

looking for that perfect Yage,

the perfect Blake to enter

your doors.

 

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