Adobo Criollo Sergio Antonio Ortiz Rivera

First Takeover The day has three faces you must bundle it up before smoking it You can't roll it and put it away because it tastes different, dry You can't buy prepaid days lined up in a box We senses days the same way a bassist guesses the entrance of the piano or , he sax it's announced by the aroma of coffee we drink like evictees

Ficus leaves are hearts of stars they rise like a herd of gestures that lunch on cobwebs and read fire like nervous owls they mend each other like fire mount each other like dust swallow each other like seas revise each other like air perennially brief perennially fleeing They're leaves              loving each other                    they only rise

I Let Myself Fall I know my life will end the way a storm ceases― dissolved in your image already water I’ll return to your sweetness― sparkling wings of doves spread more air than the hurricanes your face lost in the crowd, using my hand  as its bed , dictates my death a throb under the asphalt awaits ... the stream of life that shapes and destroys me arrives at your shrine crossing your garden, pierced so many times by the bougainvillea I turn away life forgetful of the tumble

crossing your garden, pierced so many times by the bougainvillea         I turn away life forgetful of the tumble

a throb under the asphalt awaits ... stream of life that shapes and destroys me arrives at your shrine

your face lost in the crowd, lying in bed on my hand, dictates my death

I’ll return to your sweetness― sparkling wings of doves spread more air than the hurricanes

a dove or a child a song between bed sheets

I know my life will end the way a storm ceases― dissolved in your image already water