Adobo Criollo Sergio Antonio Ortiz Rivera

Athirst I said to the day: you know my secrets, you’ve seen the abyss where I make turquoise out of my daydreams, you’re acquainted with my laughter and the pain in my legs. I know none of your secrets , said the day.  I hide in the clouds whenever you weep and visit night when your desolate ghost needs to rest. poor scared shadow, anxious to sleep on the summit of a drunk tree in bloom.

The Cleansing He thought about funeral pyres  as he soaped her hair, the many times they had  played with shampoo only to end-up in bed.  Today it was different, her hands  were cold and her chest  had started to stiffen. Two flocks of pigeons  flying in different directions crossed each other  in the sky as bells  atop the churches tolled. He watched them through  the bedroom window in silence  and waited for the sun to finish going down before  drying  her cold feet.   

Dudas alargo mis dedos por tu punto de partida, esas facciones jóvenes que alborotan mis rodillas, y casi me arrepiento.  

Si en mil años te vuelvo a encontrar no sé si te seguiría.

Alboradas eres manantial de alboradas deshechas que recogí un ocaso lluvioso de verano. 

Together aloneness is the angel with a wooden sword we breathe and whisper in dim light, two lion kings

Ayer pensaba encontrarte triste pero has echado vuelo hacia el infinito con los pies descalzos y una sonrisa. ¿será que el amor humedeció tus alas y luego las puso a secar anticipando  la proxima tormenta?   eres el  acero  de la piel reseca de mi soledad. ay, como duele la  melancolía.  

Sin título 9 Te corto el pelo conversas  ríes cuando termino  te levantas vas al espejo regresas y me miras  fijamente.  

Sin título 8 Te quitas la ropa para poseerme a la fuerza y luego decir adiós tiemblo.

El reto es mirarte sin sentir el deseo de tenerte nuevamente

no hay paz en el amor libre ni dureza primaveral en el sueño que consume a almas

The Washing He thought about the pyre as he soaped her hair, the many times they had played with the shampoo only to end-up on the bed caressing.  This time it was different, her hands were cool and her breast had started to stiffen. Two flocks of pigeons crossed each other in the sky as the bells tolled atop the churches. He watched them through the bedroom window in silence and waited for the sun to finish going down before soaping her cold, dead feet.  

Exchanges He waited for the good-bye shrunk between his arms a seagull leaving its time for yours only to find a name he dropped one last word picked it up and slumped in silence

Adiós espere encogido entre mis brazos tu adiós gaviota que deja su tiempo para regresar al tuyo y solo encuentra un nombre.

Desperate I invent his memory recalling the gods   that have accompanied him—Ulysses think they might let you return I go to him tire out the echoes the reflection   the gaze the escape yet he does not return I continue a drop of blood reminds me that my flesh and yours exists I wait

Mend You straighten up when you breathe your hyperbola touches my climbing angle the point in a straight line into infinity