Adobo Criollo Sergio Antonio Ortiz Rivera

were you dazzled by the same constellation ?* rappelling down a pit cave  there's a blast of adrenaline *ECHOSMITH LYRICS, "Bright"

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the bedroom a mirror of yourself ginkgo leaves plastered on your walls confirm that nature has wit

she waits  for a mistake in language to claim plagiarism-- an over used image or phrase a mistake in the knitting

she's gone, swallowed by air-- the house  sealed  yet held together  by the dead

he came around as if nothing had happened giving it all away-- had he known about defeat would he be standing at my door?

the wind...  carvings in ash  we lug  our kimonos over the slopes  of this arid Eden

gossip-- truth is seldom the point  when it comes  to plucking feathers  on a windy day

behind  the scenes they whisper, untouchable ... 21 grams of love are missing

this crazy traffic  in my life the pain I'm driving through I'm down,  down, down

out at sea last wind  in my sails... the hardest  place to live  is by your side

bitter bullies whose intimidation is as swift as a goose  step in a fascist funeral Social bullying, sometimes referred to as relational bullying, involves hurting someone’s reputation or relationships. Social bullying includes: . 1.Leaving someone out on purpose 2.Telling others not to be friends with someone 3.Spreading rumors about someone 4.Embarrassing someone in public

untamed winds remorseful waters outlawed spirits... fashion's  racial divide

I fall  into deep thought in a restaurant  without customers... a war of nerves

my heart a flickering neon light about to break… the fear of a spiraling mind

your hands on my hips summer heartbeat

settling wings you're my favorite kind  of grey... I was fractured beyond my imagination

I live without tears  have no path out of hell  exist in pain...  when everything turns black  I follow like a tracker

there are men in this world who bid you to come you tell them:  Show Me they say:  Take My Hand

once he slapped me, that was my past-- now fire is my future… nights disappear like blemishes 

I bit him with the scent of juniper on my lips he bit me back but never claimed me as his own

wisteria, the murmur and sigh of a tree… when I was little was I a ghost?

Creation I met you by the river among the dead-- let me call you lover, listen to the sea behind me call me brother regard the tides that expose me nightly-- disguise my shadow from sandpipers that eat dead fish

I have a longing for darkness and aimlessly moving scenes... misplaced memories flood these long winter nights