La Peseandera
José Larralde
The Wanderer
Tighten the brand
And the smoke will sprout
The bird flies beautifully
And I'm left barefoot
Old Cata joined
With old Filemón
The shed full of wool
And I don't have espadrilles
The wind blows excitedly
And wins in the cracks
The manteado horse
And I have no blanket
When the team separates
For one it's a handle
I've worn out the pegs
From so much hitting the fourth
I wanted to be a plain and I was a plain
I wanted to be sun and I was sun
I wanted to embrace hope
And the wanted ran out on me
There are no victories or defeats
Nor defeats without a reason
The heart knows everything when
When they let it know
There's no mute that doesn't speak in signs
Nor deaf without understanding
The fruit hides the worm
And shows it to you when you bite
When the fox plays dead
Look at the belly and then
Do as the skunk does
That even though ugly, does it well
