Adobo Criollo Sergio Antonio Ortiz Rivera

Te Deseo fin del verano... tu cuerpo joven transita   sobre mi recuerdo como un huracán en una esquina indiscreta.

XXXIX I swallow the smoke that ascends above our inaugural napkin.  Your discrete stare says, goodbye.

XXXIX I observe you. It is then I know I am alone. My shadow is your shadow and I am resigned.  

XXXVIII I am about to whisper it   when all of a sudden you turn back   and say it...  there is an empty  pillow on the bed.

XXXVI I study him seated by the window where he stands. Light-up the world , I think. You say: the sun is burning and close the pane.

sangra el beso en tus labios de arcilla abrázame fuerte 

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  XXXV you stand by a window and sulk             I reassure you there is nothing to worry about your eyes sink to the ground as I walk away

XXXIII crystal clear, your young body in the sunlight still in its dream stage. I stop to pick-up your breath and hear other songs .

eres cristal roto que no estoy dispuesto  a recorrer

Cuerpos trazados en la arena tu y yo dispersos sobre el agua te miro en silencio y recuerdo la playa tus ojos color cielo y tu piel blanca derramada en mi boca

XXXIV a tear descends on daybreak in your benefit forgetfulness and passion remain tattered I swallow the tear in exile

Singularidad Se abre una muralla intangible. Suspenso entre la vacilante soledad queda pasmado un instante de infinita fortuna. Se cae la palabra, singularidad del ser, transformada en conciencia interrogante, máscara , facción, piedra, fuerza del agua, para volver al olvido y dejar de ser. 

XXXI I leave you in the middle of your moment  I return to mine between the two of them, I set aside hope you leave loneliness and I go back to a name

XXX I glance at the mirror time makes us forget I continue a drop of blood reminds me my flesh still exists I stop and wait

XXIX seagulls and waves approach to touch me but they’re not  you

XXVIII I am torn between you and your eyes monologue: that one divided by nothing equals infinity 

XXVII you turn over to make love we embrace 

XXVI After a plea, a  soft scream, I acknowledge the thump of your thighs on my back. We talk in whispers under a low light. It’s different this time , I think.

XXV I stop to pick-up your wasted voice it spilled on my right side you lean forward  in  silence