Adobo Criollo Sergio Antonio Ortiz Rivera

su mantilla es encaje de roble negro, siempre hay alguien llorando- mi desnudo yo inflexible

the best part of me  was always him . . .  he's moved on  yet I can't erase  his face from the starlight 

in his eyes  I found the best part of me...  though he's gone  I still see his gaze  in the starlight