Adobo Criollo Sergio Antonio Ortiz Rivera

Do not Insist They've broken your heart. Love is not love. Cling to the mast. Your ship is sinking and there is no God under sea or in sky listening to your lament, Ovid. Shut up and learn. Let silence and storm guide your sails.

Plath I found life mixed among the colors of death My love amid violent reds of empty lyrics No one knows the loud speaker they hear is my heart There is a stone extending its arms to embrace the burning moss of my breath Nobody sees me riding naked on the warm spine and emery of metaphors when silence shoots me in the mouth and horror vomits my bloody light with the crushed skulls of my dreams.