Adobo Criollo Sergio Antonio Ortiz Rivera

Little Red Cap On the other side of this huge forest the world awaits me. It's time to walk the path, although the trip may take several years of my life. I hear the old voice howl, the one that always manages to stop me: Beside this forest, all that awaits is the house where you die.

Exposed Today I am in a plot, where I suffer the rigors of winter. In summer, I burn in such a way that sparrows won’t nest in my hands. W hat hurts  the most is to lower  my head  and read  the plaque: Naked Woman , like so many others, I'm not even a name you remember.

Little Red Cap, time to walk the path ... all that awaits on this forest's further side is the house where I die