Adobo Criollo Sergio Antonio Ortiz Rivera

Sometimes me,  but always You You love me? Are you listening? Do you love me? The third silence was blunt.  I walked away restless, my sobs desiring to sob.  How much more do I need to stop needing? What if we sleep together? Should we talk about something else? It’s cold outside, maybe you should wear a scarf to cover your distant eyes.

My Earthly Goods They closed the park and paved the lawn. I don’t have more than what my pockets can hold, a couple of avocados, lemons, a kitten with no owner, and so many kisses for you… Who at the end of the day all you have are blisters, a mild winter that does not satisfy your longing, and me, and doubts, and who knows what else?