Como Yo Lo Siento
No venga a tasarme el campo
Con ojos de forastero
Porque no es como aparenta
Sino como yo lo siento
Yo soy cardo de estos llanos
Totoral de esos esteros
Ñapindá de aquellos montes
Piedra mora de mis cerros
Y no va a creer si le digo
Que hace poco lo comprendo
Debajo de ese arbolito
Suelo amarguear en silencio
Si habré lava'o cebaduras
Pa' intimar y conocerlo
No da leña ni pa' un frío
No da flor ni pa' remedio
Y es un pañuelo de luto
La sombra en que me guarezco
No tiene un pájaro amigo
Pero pa' mi es compañero
Pa' qué mentar mi tapera
Velay, si se está cayendo
Le han rigoria'o los agostos
De una ponchada de inviernos
La vi quedarse vacía
La vi poblarse de recuerdos
Solo pa' no abandonarme
Le hace pata ancha a los vientos
Y con goteras de luna
Quiere estrellar mis desvelos
Mi campo conserva cosas
Guardadas en su silencio
Que yo gané campo afuera
Que yo perdí tiempo adentro
No venga a tasarme el campo
Con ojos de forastero
Porque no es como aparenta
Sino como yo lo siento
No tiene plata en el cinto
Ni pa' pagar mis recuerdos
As I Feel It
Don't come to measure the field
With foreign eyes
Because it's not as it seems
But as I feel it
I am thistle of these plains
Reed of those marshes
Ñapindá of those hills
Dark stone of my mountains
And you won't believe if I tell you
That I recently understand it
Under that little tree
I usually brood in silence
How many times I've washed the bitterness
To get close and know it
It doesn't give wood even for cold
It doesn't give flowers even for healing
And it's a mourning handkerchief
The shadow where I take shelter
It doesn't have a bird friend
But for me, it's a companion
Why mention my old house
Look, it's falling apart
The August suns have beaten it
Through a bunch of winters
I saw it empty
I saw it filled with memories
Just to not abandon me
It stands firm against the winds
And with moon leaks
It wants to shatter my worries
My field keeps things
Stored in its silence
That I gained outside the field
That I lost inside time
Don't come to measure the field
With foreign eyes
Because it's not as it seems
But as I feel it
It doesn't have money in its belt
Not even to pay for my memories
Escrita por: Osiris Rodríguez Castillos