Adobo Criollo Sergio Antonio Ortiz Rivera

Silence And in that city the houses of the dead are left empty... Debora Greger, The Dictionary of Silence   The cold war has not ended. Its architecture of  loneliness  became as widespread as the silence between  the sun  and the moon. a battle of gestures, this silent doomsday, is our last chance to open a bottle of good champagne

Headlines Meadowlarks sing to the dead man who got sick with sorrow. Covered in death’s icy mosses the dead man lies flat, laughing sardonically at heaven. He wants to read the headlines to ponder and resolve the riddle of his days. For his brain is not swamped with the poisoned blood of lust. On the day of his death he read news items about what’s happening in Iran. Suddenly the Ayatollahs of the revolution piled in his heart and they suppurated in his soul and he knew he had been cheated by life, so he died and meadowlarks pleaded for his asylum in heaven. The Ayatollahs laughed, and then there was silence, except for the hiss of his rotting body.