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?