Adobo Criollo Sergio Antonio Ortiz Rivera

Magic Oh magic, centrifugal current of intrinsically abounding headsprings. Water is liquid quartz, rock that is already flowing, shadow of the eternal minute immobile its fleeting.

Haiku vísteme de auroras que llego tarde a su piel

El Sur I envision a country without observers and spies or frightening police robbing children I envision a city with ocean wings and drunken salt southern cities new appearances in search of their antiquity

Aproximación Esta quietud que mora en la  imaginación  calma mi marginalidad, la viste de mujer para aproximarse al lago y cantarle boleros a los astros.