Saco de Estopa
100 Parea
Burlap Bag
A burlap bag with embira tied
I have kept my passion
An old boot, a golden hat, a leather sheath, and an old machete
I have a pair of spurs, a rein and a lasso
A steel dagger, armadillo tail, I have a still perfect
Elaborate and made, only of raw leather
From the broken oil lamp, only the wick remains
To remember the cold, I also kept
A white sheepskin that lost its fur despite the care I gave it
Also a long straw pipe
How many mosquitoes I scared away with it
A left stirrup that I kept carefully
Because the right one I broke on the fence
The already yellowed invoice, from the first saddle I bought myself
In Soledade, at Casa da Cinta, I paid 230 at the time
Also the crumpled receipt, the first salary I earned
It's my gear in a tied bag in a corner I always kept
For me, it represents a beautiful past
The cattle work that I always liked
Thus, facing hard work, I made the future without breaking the law
The bag is a relic with my gear
I don't sell it and I don't let anyone touch it
Through life's struggles, I endured intact and the gold of the bag is the memory
