Adobo Criollo Sergio Antonio Ortiz Rivera

Sin título 9 Te corto el pelo conversas  ríes cuando termino  te levantas vas al espejo regresas y me miras  fijamente.  

Sin título 8 Te quitas la ropa para poseerme a la fuerza y luego decir adiós tiemblo.

El reto es mirarte sin sentir el deseo de tenerte nuevamente

no hay paz en el amor libre ni dureza primaveral en el sueño que consume a almas

The Washing He thought about the pyre as he soaped her hair, the many times they had played with the shampoo only to end-up on the bed caressing.  This time it was different, her hands were cool and her breast had started to stiffen. Two flocks of pigeons crossed each other in the sky as the bells tolled atop the churches. He watched them through the bedroom window in silence and waited for the sun to finish going down before soaping her cold, dead feet.  

Exchanges He waited for the good-bye shrunk between his arms a seagull leaving its time for yours only to find a name he dropped one last word picked it up and slumped in silence

Adiós espere encogido entre mis brazos tu adiós gaviota que deja su tiempo para regresar al tuyo y solo encuentra un nombre.

Desperate I invent his memory recalling the gods   that have accompanied him—Ulysses think they might let you return I go to him tire out the echoes the reflection   the gaze the escape yet he does not return I continue a drop of blood reminds me that my flesh and yours exists I wait