Adobo Criollo Sergio Antonio Ortiz Rivera

the corner of sky heaven grants me doesn't let go― its blue devours my fear, hugs & talks sweetly to silence

Next Best Thing Our parents were astronauts of two extremes. Every vacant lot where we used to play started boiling over, so we grew up (in word only) against the prognosis of a possible plague of perverts arriving to snatch us. We were unlabeled objects on the pavement sculpting our silhouettes for the trap, babbling and babbling until we vomited the true value of silence. At the end of the space race reality always exceed fiction.

An Early End to Life My skin, scroll written by your trembling hands, refulgence of your epidermis in my skin’s blind memory. My complexion, the crystallized mirror of your smile strolling through this world devoid of trust. What you cried, "don't hold your breath," is learning to ramble the earth. What you called "love affair" is not blood but it watered my body’s garden as if it were. Yes, everything I own is yours, yet I know something closer than myself lives to the finish. That makes the very life you give me impossible.

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