Adobo Criollo Sergio Antonio Ortiz Rivera

For Insomnia night… in the window your body rains a butterfly spins and spins in that squall night knows no roads… the sparrow doesn’t recognize where it has fallen when nobody sees him man walks out on man your body and mine a sweltering ghost among the doors that open and close one remains open, the one painted blue by the wind

At someone’s feet I will walk with you in the sun and wind rummage in life’s dumpsters I lie at your feet like a shadow like a dog

Yesterdays my yesterdays fit in one hand I carry my profits in a bag full of holes when I move I win one place and lose another presence and absence are the same all my yesterday’s fit in one empty hand