Adobo Criollo Sergio Antonio Ortiz Rivera

Desconfía de la tristeza  cuando viene  vestida  con disfraz  de consuelo  a última hora  de la tarde con los brazos  abiertos.  Créeme,  no te dejara  tranquilo  hasta el  amanecer.

The Insomniac I go to bed early.   Toss and turn in the bed. Get entangled in sheets. I read a little. Turn off the light but no shut eye. At three I get up. I wake up my friend. He advises I walk to tire the body, then drink lime blossom tea and turn off the light. I do everything he says but I can't shut my eyes.   I call my doctor. As always, he talks, talks, and talks but the man does not asleep. At six o'clock, I load the assault rifle, walk to a train station and      fire!

What Is Spoken Because something remains, I feel it, but do not talk about it —a memory so visible of a lover so absent, So, I think of the silence. I am surrounded  by smoke that hurts, the good way of suffering, the glory of touch, my diaries of fire. If the compass and the games have been unspeakable: they frighten everything with their  diction of fear.