Adobo Criollo Sergio Antonio Ortiz Rivera

If you come to see me  at nightfall at the hour of my magical fatigue and you hold me in your arms make me recall the flavors of your mouth, the echoes of your footsteps the source of your laughter, your kisses… if you come when I’m handsome and wild and my lips are utter sweetness and they’re made of red silk and they laugh and sing when my mouth is as full as nail in the sun when I close my eyes because they’re so heavy with desire I won’t            know              what to           do! 

A Barren Wilderness He fills my chest   with a sorcerer’s charm, the thrill of painful things. There are bougainvilleas   under the burnt heather. What I bring inside? Hallucinations, murmuring voices. a fallen pallium, the gold on my coat of arms stripped and I’m no longer love. I’m barren rue in bloom.