Adobo Criollo Sergio Antonio Ortiz Rivera

Ebola to the desert where redemption is free ... Ebola, a faraway transparency, a swig of blood, a touch? West Africa just sank into the sea— redemption held up the shredded   faces drenched in tears what comes next, will we see the corpses flying above our heads? this jail inside a jail inside a sinking desert

to the desert where redemption is free ... Ebola, a faraway transparency, a gulp of wind, a sneeze?

high in the golden skyline sunset spreads with such beauty— what am I to become, a hopeful man in a room ?