Temblando

The afternoon was lovely when I saw her
Tidying up the backyard of her ranch
And even though I felt tough as nails
I couldn't speak to her and I was left shaking

She looked like I had never seen her before
Dressed lightly in casual clothes
With her hair falling over her shoulders
She was a vision I found in the house

Neither she nor I said a word
With her big eyes, she kept burning me
She dropped the broom she had in her hand
She tried to speak to me and was left shaking

It was the memory of first love
Love born in our early age
Like those rustic flowers from the field
That bloom overnight

Love hidden in the adobe walls
Of her simple paternal ranch
And in the bark of the patio ombu tree
Written with the tip of a knife

I turned around, stepping cautiously
Like someone wary of a trap
Wrapping memories and emotions
Among the stripes of my poncho

I don't know what came over me, I mounted my horse
And rode off at full gallop
With all the memories and emotions
That I had wrapped in the poncho's stripes

The afternoon was lovely when I saw her
Tidying up the backyard of her ranch
The afternoon when even though I felt tough
I couldn't speak to her and I was left shaking