La Noche Del Peludero
José Larralde
The Night of the Shantytown
Little path of earth and weeds
that stubbornly digs into the ravine
as if carrying on its back
little bands of whispers
you adorn yourself with the bud
of some white frost.
Channel of calm earth
by linings and by bagreros
by the furtive nutrieros
roaming the trickery
how damn cold it is!
the night of the shantytown.
Place of the poor people
I mean the poor people!
the ones with hot guts
the ones with calloused hands
the ones who never ask for anything
so that God doesn't leave them.
Recited
Used to being alone
almost erased the matambre
hock cut by wire
clean eyes of chingolo
I bring back the memory and get tangled up!
like grabbed by cramp.
Little lagoon path
where sorrows intersect
tough meat... thick veins
star the lantern in the sky
mixture of saint and outlaw
breaking the chains.
Channel of calm earth
by linings and by bagreros
by the furtive nutrieros
roaming the trickery
how damn cold it is!
the night of the shantytown.
