Adobo Criollo Sergio Antonio Ortiz Rivera

Another beach in Puerto Rico Te sigo escribiendo poemas desde el paraíso   Eventualmente encontraras tus mañanas… lo cierto es que yo no las tengo las palpe de vez en cuando antes de que orinaras mi cama cuando fuiste campo de margaritas fue entonces cuando busque tu oscura piel de espanto y reviví mis Andes ya casi amanece mi sonrisa es amplio cuchillo carroñero vendiendo lagrimas en el caribe 

There goes the man that was my lover -  Ini adalah untuk Anda cintaku there goes the man that was my lover… what else can I say if not even my moaning stirs the fella who heaves    his back on rocks with me in arms even the ashes remember when he was nothing I made water from the rocks so we could bath when he comes back                                           regretful my memories will unchain his neck

Puerto Rico,  Bioluminescent   bay in Viequez The Meaning of Light The beast drinks water from the shallows while the blossom sleeps where death awaits on unavoidable nights. It translates voices that it does not understand, and hopes to ask about desire. Its deciphered imprints follow the course of a scented field, it’s going to overwhelm the printed hands that rise above it blindly — created to misguide. Trees will be the waves and boats of fireflies setting sail in view of wind, symphonic seeds navigate to other lands. A storm plants death ruins on the plains. After the time of bones, new grass grows, a cloak of fear and loneliness waits in twilight dimensions. A man blinded by rennet in streaming light bites his rage, chews the curd of false expectations, rates desert paths. He does not stop offering dilapidated visions, the challenge of kissing gannets in an empty sea.