Adobo Criollo Sergio Antonio Ortiz Rivera

these luminous bones this open heart these mild winds full of bent faces... cutoffs of things I want to love

cobíjalo, trasplántale mi cabellera escarchada que los sollozos  del amor humedecen las palabras 

shelter him, implant my frost-covered hair, tell him the sighs of love moisten the words worth living for

you’re so handsome I write to the night (word for word) to look for whoever is looking for me, shadow texts

I climb the wind imploring the bottomless-pit of my poems for silence... diminishing death’s adjectives

I sleepwalk on the ridge  of a poem I’ll never perform … the storm inside 

to a flower not far from reaching darkness... open to the delicate resolve of a dewdrop

I know the gentle stride of spring opens the coffer of my suicidal words... please, be my Valentine

Du bist mein Wasser, die Quelle meiner Kunst … Was ich verlieren kann es immer trägst Du mein Sonnenlicht or  Du bist mein Wasser, die Quelle meiner Kunst, was ich auch verlieren mag du bist immer da, mein Sonnenlicht tragend

tú eres mi agua la fuente de todo mi arte… cualquier otra cosa que pueda perder, tú llevas puesto mi luz 

you are my water, the source of my art … whatever I may lose it’s always you wearing my sunlight

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