Adobo Criollo Sergio Antonio Ortiz Rivera

The War We Fought I handed you my anonymity before the war…   hoping you’d last forever on my bed the war we fought our bedsheets full of sex— ah, the past we try to clean it up put in order our today I wait for an echo but the smoldering cannabis of my sorrow doesn’t answer— Good Morning Vietnam!

I handed you my anonymity several times during the night before the war…  hoping  you’d last forever in my bed

the war we fought bedsheets full of our sex— ah, the past we try to clean it up to put in order our today