Adobo Criollo Sergio Antonio Ortiz Rivera

Tu Piel Me urge el mar en la almohada, el zarpazo de calor, tu piel entre mis piernas.  Me urge, me urge el mar. Your Skin I stir and urge the sea upon my pillow, the lash of your skin warm between my legs.  I urge the sea,             I urge the sea to come. Ta Peau Presser la mer dans l'oreiller, le coup de griffe de la chaleur de ta peau entre mes jambes.  Presser,             presser la mer.

Héroes La piel de mis pies esta minúsculamente vacua de héroes, como cuando comienza a secarse la tinta y se arruga el papel. Heroes The skin of my feet  is minutely empty of heroes,  like when ink begins to dry  and paper crinkles.

two more veins , originally uploaded by saore2010 . two more veins The last two hours I spent in the Emergency room with a female doctor a male doctor and a social worker who were trying to convince me to go to a psychiatric ward that had both facilities, physical care and psychiatric care. These were the two most humiliating hours I have ever spent at an ER. The female doctor lied in one of her reports, and the social worker made fun of me by speaking in English and acting as if she knew she had my future in her hands and what was happening was all about revenge. She laughed through the entire interview. She was in control and she could do anything she wanted to me, even send me to another hospital, a psychiatric hospital, where no one would believe my story and where the nightmare could being all over again.

and another vein gone bad , originally uploaded by saore2010 . and another vein gone bad I have close to 60 photographs and a few videos of the entire thing. I knew something was happening, but I did not connect it to the poems I had written about the hospital, or the doctors. They are just poems, after all. I should have remembered Lorca and Miguel Hernandez.

another vein gone bad , originally uploaded by saore2010 . Like I said, this happened every 12 hours. I was alone in the hospital so they could do just about anything they wanted. Sergio

The injections the nurses gave me , originally uploaded by saore2010 . The nurses at El Hospital del Maestro decided to inject antibiotics without opening up a vein and the result was that every vein they pinched collapsed. All of them bled, none was useful more than once. Therefore, the torture was every 12 hours. Not long ago I had a heart attack. I went to that hospital and they sent me back home with the pain. The next day I went to my doctor, he gave me an electrocardiogram and it turned out that I was having a heart attack. But do you think he called an ambulance to take me to the hospital? No, I had to walk home, prepare clothing for the hospital. Carry my luggage on my own and go to the emergency room that had sent me home the day before. After all this happened I wrote two poems about my experience.  They were both published.  Apparently the doctors involved read the two poems and decided to take revenge on me for having the audacity to speek ill about a fel...

this is my cellulitis infection , originally uploaded by saore2010 . I entered the hospital with this skin infection. What happened next is a tale of torture by the very hands that were supposed to cure and save my life. I will be recounting my true story for all of you to read. Sergio

You are banned, look elsewhere to reside. I am a Jew, expect my excellence, the bleeding, the rat, the affectionate sway of the mood. The pound of flesh you pin, stab, bite, kick, spit, cut, and burn is just another pound of Jew flesh. Use your German dictionaries and appease the differences in language, *como la madre que te pario, o el chulo-e-puta que vigilaba tu  puerca pari-a . Words, languages, flesh, insinuations of whatsoever was appreciated are now gone. Where do you practice your beauty, on the third floor of a teacher’s hospital? In a Nazi ER corridor? ~~~~~~~~~~ *like the whore that bore you, or the pimp that watches your pregnant sow

Farewells In the past I hid you in the silence of an opinion Not two days ago I found you in the bustle of a verdict today I part in the chill of a false impression Despedidas Hace años te escondí en el silencio de una opinión No hace dos días te encontré en el bullicio de un veredicto Me despido de ti con el hielo de una mala impresión

Dear God I feel you in the leanest spaces of a line of skin that recalls the humidity of a love harvest. Let us play lick the snakes, dissect  respiration.  Two exhausted centuries fray in their daily routines.  Street urchins lose their fear and spit on you.   Rezo Se ñ or, te espero en los espacios más resecos de una línea de piel que aun recuerda la humedad de cultivos amorosos. Se ñ or, Vamos a jugar a lamer las serpientes, a disecar la respiración.  Se ñ or, El cansancio de dos siglos se deshila en soledades cotidianas.   Hasta los erizos de calle te pierden el miedo y te escupen. Caro Dio Ti sento negli spazi più magre di una linea di pelle che ricorda l'umidità di un raccolto amore. Giochiamo leccare i serpenti, Sezionare la respirazione.  Due secoli esaurito mischia nella loro routine quotidiana.  ragazzi di strada perdere la loro paura e sputare su voi.  

Discreet Discreet I take a drag watch you sign if I want a beer from the other side of the bar a little later you light me up a Newport and inquire about meeting I take another drag move between you and the light my shadow is all yours Discreto tomo un jalón del cigarrillo observo cuando alzas la cerveza al otro lado de la barra luego me prendes este Newport  y preguntas si se puede me  interpongo   entre la luz  y tú mi sombra  es toda tuya

Young Half crucified, I touch your young face.   Now, we are doves orbiting another part of the city.  I lived to regret the line, your face, I touched. Jeune Demi crucifié, je touche votre jeune visage. Maintenant, nous sommes colombes autour d'une autre partie de la ville.  J'ai vécu à regretter la ligne, votre visage, je touchais. Joven Yo, estando a medio crucificar tie nto tu rostro joven, trazo redondo. Ahora, somos palomas circundando   otra ciudad. Vivo para lamentar haber tocado esa línea.

Suicide I dropped a word, a bloody fist, while searching for a piece of paper. It felt like that one voice one voice out of all other voices. I looked down to see it plot one step and then another, until it reached my prison block and hung itself above the toilet. It was so full of parrots.

Denunció Te informo.  Escogeré tu pesadilla. Mi hermano el asesino, encontró las jeringuillas con SIDA del Sr. Moriss se las entrego a mi padrastro. Yo sentí los pinchazos  en aquellas escaleras. Imbécil, la ciencia ha avanzado tanto que sabrán que lo que digo es la verdad. Denunció.