Adobo Criollo Sergio Antonio Ortiz Rivera

The moon got lost between our sheets. The sun found us borrowing its time. You sang, asked me to repair .

Paseo Caribe There’s a coiled tree all fire up in my head and pieces of concrete on my arms. I am hurting. Creatures are lost in the blood dripping from the lips of echoes dancing with polished swords. Who poisons our homeland, steals its shores, and clobbers our heads? Father, who weeps in this city?

¿Qué investigadores se encuentran detrás de ocaso? Palabras ásperas no pueden atribuirse el saber sin ponerse ropa de clase obrera. Con solo nadar frente en la aflicción desamparada uno flota hacia a la palabra.

Beating Heart Oh, that I could silence this beating heart. Oh, that I could throw rocks  at the waves      oh, madness be still or go away.

Blind causality found new shoes, and while treading soft, left prints near a heavenly river, never spoke another word about its pain. Never.