Adobo Criollo Sergio Antonio Ortiz Rivera

Let’s Sail Together There are footprints that persist in the fertile land of silence and oblivion capsizes between luminescences sunrise gathering on the skin. It was mine, the dance you denied. There are dreams that should never be tossed into the current or doubt. We will sail together. Our vessel can never be sunk.

The Things We Draw on Maps There are men who write where men don’t speak peaceful revolts which overthrow bloodthirsty kings business men who give undeserved gifts music in the middle of a battlefield strawberries in the woods people who meet & understand each other amazing triumphs of love with no strings attached There are small precarious paradises along the path we walk on the shore of a wild monstrous sea where it smells like grilled fish & festive laughter where we play without rules and balance in unison on large red hammocks where we embrace & lose track of time. Where we forget with cheerful vehemence.