Aguacero del Recuerdo
Jorge Guerrero
Downpour of Memory
According to that dark cloud and the breeze in the bushes
A downpour is coming, yes, a heavy rain
One of those that mercilessly soak hat and blanket
According to that dark cloud and the breeze in the bushes
A downpour is coming, yes, a heavy rain
One of those that mercilessly soak hat and blanket
That reminds me of my Elorza and my Arauca coast
Where I learned to accumulate values from childhood
That humble simplicity that I carry as a mark
Perhaps imposed by its creole environment and my upbringing
I learned to lease a horse with a pasillano on its legs
To tie a saddle that doesn't slip on the sweet potato
And as I grew up in the fields with the cattle
If one of them is careless, I put a tie rod on it
It was back in Lechemiel, at dances in that region
Where I cultivated the skill of dancing to a harp
Playing for a loved one with a sensible verse
I learned that a woman is not mistreated even in jest
Dull thunder echoing in the distance
With you, I go to the corners of the house
There lies my buried navel under some glasses
Dull thunder echoing in the distance
With you, I go to the corners of the house
There lies my buried navel under some glasses
There I was trained in fishing and hunting
To hook a catfish and watch for armadillos and iguanas
I learned to slaughter cattle and cut a leather hide
After stretching it with forty-three stakes
The yard was crowded with birds of different breeds
Chickens and ducks, turkeys, guinea fowl, and even chachalacas
I also haven't forgotten that there was a tame tigana
That had a nest smeared with mud on a cow's leg
It's raining hard and I'm alone in this hammock
With my heart heavy, I paint your exact image
Plains that have shaped me, may God keep you, sacred land
Today, far away, your memory breaks me