Adobo Criollo Sergio Antonio Ortiz Rivera

I've run away from your mouth but that has only restored my past I’ve written about my life without you but I cannot find myself in it I’ve died so many times between your legs that now I’m Lazarus 

I straddled my legs around his waist como un amor perdido… generous with my caresses, an officer about to be deployed 

his feet were covered in dirt, a faded purple… his books sank into the sea, throwing away all sorrow

discreet… come this way to the arch of my hand, seek my relief, we’ll talk about regrets later

you left me alone to sleep by yourself… see me the way night sees the moon, I am your guide

tú y yo tendidos en la cama— dos sintiendo el fluir de la vida como uno solo tú y yo fuera de nuestros cuerpos— indiferentes a las cacatúas del cielo riéndonos juntos tú y yo belleza en la soledad del ensueño— corazones enredados, perdidos, siempre perdidos

tú y yo fuera de nuestros cuerpos— indiferentes a las cacatúas del cielo riéndonos juntos

tú y yo tendidos en la cama — dos sintiendo el fluir de la vida como uno solo

a donde iré a morir, en la falda de algún árbol ahorcado… soledad de viejo, espuma inmóvil en mi boca

it’s hard to breathe, winter dribbles its light down my back… moss grows so deep it can’t be cleared

Sie tanzen  innerhalb meines Mund  Ventilator die Flammen  wie ein fallender Vogel,  ich auf Feuer bin Si danza dentro la mia bocca la ventola di fiamme come un calante uccello  sto sul fuoco

painting b y Rafael Perez you dance inside my mouth... fan my flames like a falling bird, I’m on fire

I’ll meet you by the shoreline next to the dead coral-- let me call you lover , listen to the sea behind me call me brother disregard the tide that exposes me-- disguise my shadow hide me from the sandpipers 

there are times when the world is a lost connection… all that exists is a dead boy on a Palestinian street es gibt Zeiten  wenn die Welt ein verlorener ist  Verbindung … alles, was besteht, ist ein toter Junge  auf einer palästinensischen Straße

me tomó  por atrás — bárbaros  le vieron deslizar sus labios  por el contorno de mi espalda …  cacofonía de cuervos il m'a pris  par derrière — des barbares  ils l'ont vu glisser ses lèvres  par le contour de mon dos …  une cacophonie de corbeaux er hat mich genommen  von hinten — Barbaren  hat ihn gesehen seine Lippen schlittern  unten die Kontur meines Rückens …  Missklang von Krähen he took me from behind— barbarians saw him slither his lips down the contour of my back… cacophony of crows

there are times when the world is a lost connection… all that exists is a dead boy on a Palestinian street

for my gay friends in India he took me from behind— barbarians saw him slither his lips down the contour of my back… a cacophony of crows

out of breath I walk along the orchard of madness... well-bred by poverty, dreaming of another country

he’s gone there’s nothing left of his gestures -- cover my lust with ashes bury me in mandalas let the roar of the waves deafen my fears I waited too long no more sliding my lips down his erection

a love song deprived of pain is murky water at my shore—‘ you are my cluster of stars, rim my lotus blossom