Batendo Água

My poncho swells with distances splashing water
And the waters I carry in it were for me
Night wings on my shoulders, too much house
Far from the shaded house of mud and grass

It's been a while since I haven't wrapped my whole poncho
Nor opened the night wings for an April sun
Many days I've been playing the hunch
Of the four legs of the sorrel, facing the cold

(Changes a beat of ear with each step
In the same rhythm of the flooded meadow
Finds in the sombrero flaps, which in other winds
Endured the rains of August that God sent)

My sorrel caught the dark night sky
And all the night hears is its bugle
With hooves splashing in the water after the meadow
Brake and spur rosettes in the same trim

Lacks distance from home and surplus horse
In the same field round that the sky pours
That has a ranch direction for the four legs
Puts its world on the road splashing water!

(Because if the road charges me, I pay its price
And shelter the path for my sustenance
Even if the world collapses in bad weather
I know what the poncho wings bring inside)