Adobo Criollo Sergio Antonio Ortiz Rivera

first she was naked then she got dressed mine forever poetry

I don't know    hoe to say it,   because    it's not yet made...   my silent word  his nakedness  and the sea  live inside me   like autumn,  to me, it still is   autumn  I can feel the frost now*  *Autumn, Barbara Streisand

past twilights were twenty shades of winter and there were blue violet roses in the sky

worn out  in the haze of a dream the afternoon  blooms in heavenly  orchards when I read you

pila de estiércol restos agrios de la noche   fría como dicen estas profundamente oculto en mi alma

silence  tearing up my dawn chilliness  of daybreak bitter debri of night

eyes full  of nostalgia sadness full of the scent of roses shadows glim like sighs

fear  settles in your brain a fog--  I was born under water like a circle

there's a new flag  flying in Washington after five decades  of antarctic cold, cubana lust  makes me want to dance

for those who borrowed lines from a poem there was shame and a skull tattooed on their foreheads for those who crossed a river barefoot there was laughter and a dry spot on a boulder a hug and a kiss on the cheek for those who  accused their ancestors  of producing sugar there were machetes  waving  in a sea of indifference for those who tucked their children in there were bees and butterflies tickling their noses for those who  recorded sound in space there was a lesson  in coming back  they'll never forget

Spring  the end  of a bad year a noose  suspended over an elm words injured by a dream the opening  of a window that was never  built on a wall the strand of hair from  a murdered pin-up model a dog  with a skateboard  and a cat paddling in the water a pocket full of cicadas

the end  of a bad year a noose  suspended over an elm words injured by a dream

teatro del silenzio this  is my country  silence is the ground I walk singing a hymn to love deep within the sea of silence I bring  back memories shadows in my eyes

Concrete Jungle when do you know it’s time to marry a man with an umbrella? one who lives in front of a sex club, the one closest to you, and gets lost in himself on rainy days

where is your native land? dipped in mud, my head covered with the thin blanket of poverty refugees on their last legs-- playground stones in the cupped hand of a lifeless child agoraphobia... who can blame me for declining to defy such whiteness with the snowshoe cruelty of tracks http://www.abilitymaine.org/breath/sum15b.html

my body encircled by hundreds  of cliffs  no other visitor than a drifting cloud

my body encircled by hundreds  of cliffs  no other visitors but the clouds

Butterfly Dream: First Cicada Haiku by Sergio A. Ortiz English Original first cicada of the season inside your ripped jeans Sergio A. Ortiz Chinese Translation (Traditional) 本季的第一隻蟬在你的撕開牛仔褲裡面 Chinese Translation (Simplified) 本季的第一只蝉在你的撕开牛仔裤里面

cinders live in the fields  of dead corn abandoned by the hum of life ravens gather on a wire