La Gente Del Campo

With its natural scent
from the mountains it comes
some distant relative
or a friend from the countryside

They will bring their old smells
memories of a bygone time
when they drop the Quichua
required by Castilian

The first sip of water
has a legendary look
and their black eyes shine
mirrored in the mud
the luminous sparkle
of the soul tickles me
and I want to go back with him
as if everything could

The people of the countryside will arrive
my house has become a party
streamers of my race
indicating that it is not dead

The people of the countryside will arrive
to bring news from the mountains,
if blue pearls rained,
if the saint watches over their names

Sidereal knowers
of time and life itself,
cultivators and new source
of what comes into view