Adobo Criollo Sergio Antonio Ortiz Rivera

Caresses Never tell me that secret. Keep it to yourself, that between us the convulsive beauty of this island may last. Embezzled of its green, hope broken island. Incendiary seed of an afternoon that illuminated fertile land, those vines hidden at the bottom of their own abyss. Hurricane winds between the lips of your sweet wine. The music of water when I dig into your skin and elaborate with thirst my ancient hoe. The frightened caress, the dark kiss, your salt collapse and your landslide. The convulsive beauty of the cry that crossed this isle.

Proto-Balm Saw my light on and all others off. Saw my time entering the time of others. Searched for you while tending the dreams of others. During my youth, I made sure someone would see me coming from the war. I hated those who made me believe that " we " had discovered the world together when only I suffered. Who goes through the pain like a mother feels the same or more? I do not think so. A man leaves his life and comes to me, takes the floor, smells it, tastes it, relishes it. I tell him, how beautiful a man he is like all men that don't believe in anything. He says, how necessary you are , a man who needs to believe in everything.