Adobo Criollo Sergio Antonio Ortiz Rivera

Malcolm Liepke, American Painter she’s asleep, dreams of chrysanthemums trickle down her nipples… her insides are nothing but mercy birds listen to her breathe until she breaks like a branch… dawn has not arrived

Yesterday I let the sea wrap itself around me, it dragged me with rage and removed everything I am except my body. The sea does not drag misfortune. I love you like the enduring past, the hidden future. I have not changed much. I’m still marveled by the sea, I let myself be carried away by its waves. I tell lies so I can say I’m joking, I haven’t changed at all, and in my eternal repetition, my disrespectful, treacherous day, you fluctuate like sea waves.  

To the one with the starry eyes and a heart of stone… everything is always you. My name is as common as a door or an empty photograph. I will not call upon your namesake, I’d rather call you brother (I’m with you             in your pain). My chest is an uncertain number of certainties. I am not homeless, nor am I sick with deadly fever. I suffer love, and that is perishable pain. Time rots what it does not understand. I am son, brother, slave. Each one knows which part of me belongs to them. Sometimes I’m a cock and it’s not because I’m scared or an asshole, it’s just my face. Yesterday I let the sea wrap itself around me me, it pulled me in with rage, removed everything I am except my body, the sea does not tackle misfortune. I love you like the enduring past, the hidden future. I have not changed much. I tell lies so I can say I’m joking, I haven’...

to the one with the starry eyes and a heart of stone… everything is always you