Adobo Criollo Sergio Antonio Ortiz Rivera

Canto to Men I sing to the destitute souls to their ancient lineage of shadows to the corpses of hope and foam of days Canto crisscrossed by absence wound of time that spreads to unarmed Mythologies shredded by crumbling hours  when staring at you was always my design informed face of all my solitudes  accomplice of the deepest silence I was once able to endure

Memory Lapses   all the women I imagined had your face they were all you  in their own way, I was you  in my own way too free me  from unfulfilled  desire its useless worry its vain misery I don't understand your way of loving my love  what do you love if you run away at last you have returned or you didn't leave or I didn't leave the fact is you're here & I don't know if I am