Adobo Criollo Sergio Antonio Ortiz Rivera

Between Cracked Walls My home floats, within its walls, no land to drop my roots. It sails between dense clouds  of feathers. It's doors and windows open like eyes gazing at the moon glowing over rooftops. The photographs hanging  on its cracked walls sing your farewell  to the love I nestled.  My grandfather clock twists and tangles its needles. My sisters cry at the foot of its bent shadows. The echo of its tic-tac  loud in their ears.  My home roams in my dreams until all that's left are lullabies  sung by my mother, a ray of light  shooting through a starless sky.

Buried in my Heart Heraclitus's waters, time passes dragging its back between the edges  of polished stones... my shadow falters trees shed their leaves as do faces perpetuated  in old photographs... my newest face diluted in the stream

you toss  the days to come  up in the air  our life together  a gamble