Adobo Criollo Sergio Antonio Ortiz Rivera

past twilights were twenty shades of winter and there were blue violet roses in the sky

worn out  in the haze of a dream the afternoon  blooms in heavenly  orchards when I read you

pila de estiércol restos agrios de la noche   fría como dicen estas profundamente oculto en mi alma

silence  tearing up my dawn chilliness  of daybreak bitter debri of night

eyes full  of nostalgia sadness full of the scent of roses shadows glim like sighs

fear  settles in your brain a fog--  I was born under water like a circle