Adobo Criollo Sergio Antonio Ortiz Rivera

every time I'm with you I feel sought after who do you think you are amassing my feelings 

the stretch of life I have left before me . . . not even redwoods live forever

we met someplace between his world and mine forgetting how taxing winter could be

hunger drips from my mouth dance with me, heal the scars of my cancer

Nocturne you are my melody of light... the place where I tuck away my hope for a blue sky I gather you up like a bouquet of daisies to count your petals, whisper softly into your ear about the autumn breeze at night you’re awake in your star your hearing is harmony, your nudity the sea’s equal

we met someplace between your world and mine forgetting how taxing august could be

hunger drips from my mouth like melted snow-- dance with me, heal the scars of evil

I am the friend of my shadow we bow with the season, chop wood to keep us warm in winter

soy compañero de mi sombra escribo sus memorias sobre piedras mojadas cortamos leña para el invierno 

you are  my malady of light... the place  where I keep my hope of a blue sky

I traveled on a wet road in the dark why did you leave me alone  under this winter sky

dreaming under a white poplar-- I sing alone, find nothing more than what I bring

I travel on a wet road in the dark the poem I never wrote comes to life

autumn drizzle, faded leaves dancing with my shadow

your lips caressing my lips--  a tsunami  equiped with guns and roses and tears

you are safe on my trail of tears... didn't know I loved you until I saw you dancing disco

craddle me  with your soothing hands listen  to the pluse of Africa on my skin

on the day  the world ends  salmon swim  upstream... I start  a bonfire by your side

you don't have to keep it under lock and key if I risk it all will you break           my fall?

you pinned  wings on my back and I flew into your dreams like a hologram clavaste alas en mi espalda y volé hacia tus sueños como un holograma

I used to paint frost bitten leaves-- I was sad, aimless like a river an empty coffer

for Yehia  I am a rock breathing with the lungs of a lunatic …* a twenty first century teacher tying your shoelace *Adonis - ‘A Mirror for The Twentieth Century’

for Yehia  you are a book written on the stalk of a cedar a phoenix hidden in a wild flower

to the first person that helps me set sail I plan on giving them the sky and my understanding

talk to me baby sometimes I lock myself up behind open doors... either I'm yours or I belong to the wind give me an excuse something I can swallow… don't worry baby, today is Sunday God is resting

give me an excuse something I can swallow don't worry today is Sunday God is resting

you are the sun that does not let me see... it can't be, how can it be? I'm like the earth you walk on

sometimes I lock myself up behind open doors... it's that I'm yours or I belong to the wind

there's nothing more beautiful than what I've never had-- I search for a full moon scratching the sea someplace between my pillow and my bed love was a bird on the wing wrapped around your nape