Adobo Criollo Sergio Antonio Ortiz Rivera

Dedos de Arena y Flor Ofrezco mis dedos sobre hombres mutilados. Mientras mis manos llueven otoños obscenos, arena de las flores para un día decorar mi semblante de muerto.

I was… I was. Ardent column, spring moon. Golden ocean, big eyes. I searched for what I thought; thought, like dawn in languorous dreams, what desire paints on teenage days. I sang, climbed was light one day dragged into the fire. Like the gust of wind that undoes shadows I fell into the black, the insatiable world. I have been.