Adobo Criollo Sergio Antonio Ortiz Rivera

what happens  to an interrupted dream, does it droop like a bulky stem of ripe tomatoes ?

 Traffic She ran onto the street naked. It was the last frontier, a desperate plea for help.  We were shaken, ashamed, and helpless. it feels as if we've met... I used to watch you walk in the rain and saw you go under

a los quince zozobre a orillas de un faro a los treinta compre una falda azul para mi sepelio hoy me duele el elegía en la barca mezquina del alba y vengo arrodillarme ante la locura

I'm hollow, are you listening I'm in El Paso dreaming about what  happened between us

it's no mystery we're running out  of time when I'm with you songbirds cry

every time I'm with you I feel sought after who do you think you are amassing my feelings 

the stretch of life I have left before me . . . not even redwoods live forever

we met someplace between his world and mine forgetting how taxing winter could be

hunger drips from my mouth dance with me, heal the scars of my cancer

Nocturne you are my melody of light... the place where I tuck away my hope for a blue sky I gather you up like a bouquet of daisies to count your petals, whisper softly into your ear about the autumn breeze at night you’re awake in your star your hearing is harmony, your nudity the sea’s equal

we met someplace between your world and mine forgetting how taxing august could be

hunger drips from my mouth like melted snow-- dance with me, heal the scars of evil

I am the friend of my shadow we bow with the season, chop wood to keep us warm in winter

soy compañero de mi sombra escribo sus memorias sobre piedras mojadas cortamos leña para el invierno 

you are  my malady of light... the place  where I keep my hope of a blue sky

I traveled on a wet road in the dark why did you leave me alone  under this winter sky

dreaming under a white poplar-- I sing alone, find nothing more than what I bring

I travel on a wet road in the dark the poem I never wrote comes to life

autumn drizzle, faded leaves dancing with my shadow

your lips caressing my lips--  a tsunami  equiped with guns and roses and tears