Adobo Criollo Sergio Antonio Ortiz Rivera

there's a voice singing to me on the radio … everyday occurrences are the greatest gifts I have, me and you— a simple formula

now what? I'm losing my voice calling you... who will you let lie  on your back if not me

life without pain  doesn't taste the same... I'm no longer  the owner of my heart can't find it, can't find it

take  my clothes off  slowly...  be careful not to wake past fiascos

naked, because my skin  disguises  a thousand sorrows, in front of the mirror

your smile sells happiness... I live crazy with desire finding myself in your kisses

what light did you leave on inside me?... sometimes a star’s silence provokes my tears

he's dressed  in the clothes I threw across the floor... why are we pushing  this tragedy up a mountain

de laisser l'étreinte  sous les lumières parisiennes  baissant jamais dans la peur de l' obscurité salope  sans vergogne de la terreur

for Paris let's hug under Parisian lights never crouching   in the dark, fearless of the unrepentant bitch of terror

November  a month sheltered  in smiles-- Your countenance  makes my heart malleable blessed  are  the First and Second nights in the cities  of men's hearts* ... dawn is about to appear * Gleanings From the Writings of Bahá’u’lláh

I am a warrior  unafraid of cavern air—  my attachment  to you, wounded Valkyrie,  is running out

you vanished in a hint of smoke-- I walked on stilts, twirling  in the breeze

stifled song, the realization of no longer        breathing in memories, faded urge for intimacy

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