On the fields just riela
the moon barely rocks the sea
of the feathery afrechillo
the breeze passes for the cardal.
And between crowns of tulips
blue misty passes a fish
of mist in the background the arrayanes
huddled in his old age
they keep a nest of swallows
and you cook my suffering.
Oh, let's see
how dawn catches fire
Oh, come on woman
that your skirt is a standing sky.
And on the belly of calenders
the sky draws a gray spike,
and in the corrals dawn breaks,
its aroma to parva and I next to you.
And the horizon changes to red,
and it is a spoil of blood the sun,
snuggling in between the lows
awakens a fox in the heat,
the whole field is a green cut
knife to the bottom in my heart.
Oh, let's see
how dawn catches fire
Oh, come on woman
that your skirt is a standing sky.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)