Adobo Criollo Sergio Antonio Ortiz Rivera

Intimate You saddle the other me, the one you empty each disappearing dawn, the bulldogger with a bitten lip. I am crowned with psychedelic corollas, dreams beyond dreams. I learn to forget by forgetting. There is nothing left of my ecstasies, or the color of my obsessions, not even the seize of your mouth on my words.

A Reverie of Horror He finds the hallway leading to death's wrinkled Greta Garbo legs. Children standing by their mother's broken mirror have their own boleros to remember. Spiders weave the stench of his sour jungle, a vile outbreak of colloquial monsters. My father sings a duo with my father.