Adobo Criollo Sergio Antonio Ortiz Rivera

soy el árbol que tiembla al disiparse  la niebla . . . trabajando el lenguaje de mi silencio

a tree  trembles  after the mist has  lifted . . . I work on  the language of my irate silence who will speak these days, if not I, who will be the throat of these hours       there’s a triangular rainbow stuck to my tongue and it wants to lick your genitals