Adobo Criollo Sergio Antonio Ortiz Rivera

I won’t return  to the places where my wailing  breathed…  the child with the sweet young eyes  still travels with me

He didn’t say a word , he hauled his body over like a question, an unanswerable question, a leaf whose branch does not exist, a world whose sky does not exist. An endless rubbing, a fleeting gaze among the shadows, enough for bodies to be torn in two, eager to receive another dreamful body; half and half, dream and dream, skin and skin. Equal bodies, equal love, equal desire. Because desire is nothing but a question with no answer.

Sailors are the wings of love , The mirrors of love, The sea is their escort And their eyes are blond the same as love Which is as blond as love itself, just like his eyes. The vivacious happiness poured into our veins   Is also blond, Identical to the skin beginning to appear: Don’t let them leave because they smile Like freedom, Blinding upright light over the sea. Yes, a sailor is the sea, An amorous blond sea whose presence is a chant. I don’t want the concrete city, I desire only the sea swarming with water, Aimless vessel, Aimless body drowning in his blond.