Adobo Criollo Sergio Antonio Ortiz Rivera

A Wolf                       I know there’s something better down the road.                       We need to find a place where we are safe.                                 Praise Song for the Day, Elizabeth Alexander passed by my eyes leaving his footsteps in my veins. Stealthy and hungry, he stacked the city scrutinizing the future. Today the shutters are closed because in this poem there's a wolf coming to get me. Even when I try to be quiet he jumps the words, a memory rips out a howl, and devours me.

The Damage Something we were withholding made us weak Until we found out that it was ourselves The Gift Outright, Robert Frost The results came in, maybe life gave us too much at the beginning and we kept looking for a path that maintained enough of a balance so as not to become this pestilent air. Maybe life did not belong to us anymore, maybe the things we believed in were part of the damage, part of that petulant wind knocking down the walls of our nation. And if we had known the outcome would we have put our hands together or looked elsewhere, renounced everything to stay still so as not to cross the days that agonize? This is so immense it doesn't fit into tears. We heard the results later. There’s no greater nostalgia than that of the future.