Adobo Criollo Sergio Antonio Ortiz Rivera

hail in the middle of the sky a frozen river 

colorful birds beaming with spring… cave entrance

another rainy day… within these four walls a one-sided heart

In a Field of Sunshine At dawn, the ruins hidden in a field of weeds awake us.    You have your arms around my waist, our wings begin to grow.   We kiss and fly back into our cocoon unnoticed.    The end is not yet finished and we must keep away from the dying cities. two lives between two men in a field of sunshine

Tal vez fue la bruma lo que despertó el silencio o el calor de la hoguera.  Así de incierta es la vida, marullos de olvidos y recuerdos.   Por instantes sé que tuve una madre luego no recuerdo más que la muerte acurrucándome.   Vida y muerte, enfermedades degenerativas que deportan la inspiración a lo intangible para consagrase con la nada.  Así en ese va y ven desaparezco lentamente.

spring’s departure the two of us in bed reading Issa

spring fragrance she covers his body with mums

winter moon-- how I long for flowers by the waterfall

clear waterfall  a winter’s moon yet no flowers

silent tears . . .   mother's gravestone   buried in moss or mother's gravestone   buried in moss-   Buddhist prayers  

autumn wind how blue the mums look 

gorgeous gulmohar   yet it is raining… last day of April

march against violence-- cherubs view   the orchid blossoms  

crows perched on an iron fence... spring morning

mid morning –   ‘new leaves sagging   in the rain’  

jícaro hueco… capullos de rosas purifican mi corazón  hollow gourd… rose buds keep the heart clean and pure

winter journey… my knees weaken as we part

mail call— how graphic can we get? spring fever

snow on snow even the cranes  are silent

river reflection...   herons play peek-a-boo   in the shallows