Adobo Criollo Sergio Antonio Ortiz Rivera

Insomnia –tanka sequence can I fix my eyes on the flight of birds for answers, or draw closer by melting with languor are my walls under siege from smaller men who call themselves heroes insomnia— in the throes of a nervous breakdown, the stirrings of a bird trapped indoors then I found Omar, king of all comforts— for eight years together we rambled where larks sang