Adobo Criollo Sergio Antonio Ortiz Rivera

My Sea is Strong   I confess, in the heart of night, I imagine myself cascading on my lover’s body. My jewel is a dead sea, salty and safe. Blessed lover soaked with my body. He who drags me to his shore. Who gathers the moans I sow in seashells. Who tosses my kisses back to the sea. Who knows stones are also carved by water. Who steals whatever I have with precision. Who recognizes when to replace what was stolen. This is how I love you, every second committed to your pleasure, but I never say it. I hide the salt crashing on your reef inside my veins.

Para que mis Héroes Descansen en Paz Éramos “personas” hasta que el “hombre” creo “macho y hembra,” opresión e idealismo. Reusó odiarme a mí mismo. Pero me he extraviado. Estoy roto. Necesito repararme, reparación física y espiritual sin cirugía. Mi alma no me obliga a cortarme las venas, ni a decirme a mí mismo que soy ángel caído. Reusó toda asociación con lucifer, solo no voy a permitirle a dios que me siga escondiendo.