Adobo Criollo Sergio Antonio Ortiz Rivera

Ramona Part 3 but it grieves my heart, love to see you tryin’ to be a part of a world that just don’t exist Bob Dylan, To Ramona I’ll call til the doors of your fortified city, with inviolate statutes, adopt me as inhabitant of the life that unfolds within you identical to the rain of silence over your head I’ll permeate you gradually until I am smoke in your voice.

Ramona, part 2 though breathlike, get deathlike at times and there's no use in tryin' to deal with the dyin' though I cannot explain that in lines. Bob Dylan, To Ramona I am what you are I look through your eyes I walk because of your feet I get up no weight on you and I immerse myself in your waters. I know the specific meaning you have given your view of the universe. I am your meridian laughter, your arms floating in the air, your fingers de-kernelling a time composed of            dawn to night. I am your       without a body. Your story is the same as mine, from childhood I feel through your spores with absent eyes.