Adobo Criollo Sergio Antonio Ortiz Rivera

This is what the brave Iranian Government does and then calls it justice.  This is the work of a misogynist homophobic society.  I spit on this kind of religions practice, I spit on this government, I spit on the people who standby and watch this atrocity and do nothing but keep their mouths shut.  They are accomplices of the Ayatollahs of death, barbaric inhuman animals that dispense the law in the name of Allah.  I spit on their solided robes, stained with the murder of innocent men, women, and children.

Tal Vez Cada golpe me arrimaba m á s a la guillotina del silencio el sue ñ o se inmovilizo la cama comenzó a esfumarse y el amanecer se revirtió a un enfermizo tal vez  desesperante y cuando no quedo sino el adiós orine parada dentro de tus zapatos. Perhaps Each new blow  brought me closer  to the guillotine of silence my dream shot down  our bed vanished. Dawn reverted  to a maddening perhaps and when nothing  but a definite good-bye remained, I stood up  and pissed inside  your shoes. Forse Ogni nuovo colpo  mi ha portato più vicino  alla ghigliottina del silenzio il mio sogno abbattuto  il nostro letto scomparsa. al alba tornare a un esasperante forse e quando niente  ma un preciso addio rimasta, mi alzai  e pisciato dentro  le scarpe.

At the Funeral of a Murdered Woman She prepared for the Via Crucis by putting the white silk mantilla on top of the peineta buried in her azabache hair.    La primera estación, hands clapped in dissonance, the torches were set on fire.  Brunilda emerged from the shadows chained to the wall, un alma en pena .  She dragged the long, heavy fetters a few steps before she tore off the bolero jacket and expose her small white breast. Then she darted into the crowd, her little feet hammering the wooden floor with a flamenco, arms outstretched until the chains gave out and her body threw itself to the ground. Her sisters stood and grabbed the chains around Brunilda's wrist, wrapped them around their own arms. The guitarist's widow grabbed the fetters too. All the women danced and flung themselves at the crowd. They pulled on the chains to haul their bodies up against the wall.  With arms still wrapped in shackles they ran into the crowd repeatedly until they were drenched in