Adobo Criollo Sergio Antonio Ortiz Rivera

Immense Magnolia Petal I thought death was one more way of being and not the other side of stones I looked for the smile of my childhood under your face and found your mother’s mourning glove your words fell like marbles down the stairs of silence to the foot of my soul mummified by your gesture earth opened to swallowed dawn birds and a tide of fear covered you death settled in the pores of day and I, undaunted watchman, witnessed the disintegration of the universe

Black on Black This is the Panamanian nymph the one printing her shape on my retina for a second she leaves an homeopathic drop of luck in the waters of my trembling body