Adobo Criollo Sergio Antonio Ortiz Rivera

Gogyohka vi curl up on my lips hide from the world in the voice of the wind lengthen yourself   in my daydreams

Susurra Nadie, estaba solo, solo pintando el alba y el crepúsculo . Silencio amor, calla. Susurra cuando estés abstraído de la fórmula de tu vanidoso orgullo .

Curiosity I got on my bicycle and rode all the way to the movies alone after lunch that Saturday.  Sat there eating popcorn, watched myself become scenery away from my image. When I left the theater, it had already started to get dark and I couldn’t remember my way back home in that dim autumn light.  I wondered about cowboys, 24-hour movie theaters, and the possibility of getting picked up in a bathroom in NYC.  Was that possible?   Only on Saturdays, I concluded.   Sundays were for Jesus.  I played the organ at church, and hid behind books with letters of the alphabet: D to F and G to H.