Adobo Criollo Sergio Antonio Ortiz Rivera

Abysses   I live between two abysses          The staggering patience   of him who walks far too long             to lean on the rail of a footbridge             ―my only afternoon ceremony―             to watch the waters roll by             And the enormous impatience             of him who wants to reach   the end zone at all costs             but only sees the size    of his insomnia             and jumps off the bridge           into your bosom 

Witching the World Real loneliness is like a window from wherein you cannot hear a thing. My loneliness is the tracks at a train crossing, a damnation of gunfire and impact. In silence my name: the instant at which the gods finally forget to call. I keep thinking, sing to yourself and survive. Expand to infinity like a deaf man expands his voice in a dream.