Los Magueyes
Miguel Aceves Mejía
The Agaves
The agave meeting
All pointing upwards
For not complying with the laws
Everyone turns against me.
The stones keep rolling
Until they end up on the ground
And I, for rolling around
I have lost my sky.
If they are going to take away the sun from me
Let them take it away right now
Because that beautiful woman
Only God can take her away from me.
A horse of seven quarters
With a wet muzzle
I bet my life on that
On my dapple gray horse.
Life is also at stake
When one has courage
That courage is endorsed
By the one who steals my heart.
