Pablo Saborio is a poet and visual artist. He writes poetry in English and Espanol.
At that bar
Sadness
Was there.
Like smoke this night
as opulent
as a disguise of pure
phantom with the smell
of that guy
that was weird and touching
women.
I went out
part of things
and little
essence
drank
like a puppet
a whole morsel
of crumbs in
a pocket
an idiot
with ideas
and I was
thinking how
much I paid
for that drink
seriously
a long pause
quote “ death is not, to be considered a transition to a state completely new and foreign to us, but rather a return to one originally our own from which life has been only a brief absence. ‘”
basically he
smelled like
burnt almonds
and somewhat scared
and sacred
the air like petal was woman
in my arms
the love
of invisible.
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