Sin caballo y en Montiel

(Milonga)

I passed by Tala,
why stop,
what good is a countryman
without a horse in Montiel.

I crossed Altamirano,
I crossed North Sauce,
black mud and deep footprints
as before I found.

Of memories and roads
I embraced a horizon,
my eyes went far away
as if tracking yesterday.

Climaco Acosta has already died,
Cipriano Vila too,
two Entre Ríos posts
of a friendship without setbacks.

That's why I passed by,
why stop,
what good is a countryman
without a horse in Montiel.

Without a song, the river passed by,
- why would I have it -
a wide road of escapes
must be silent.

With a look from other years
and another time I contemplated,
on a tala's lookout,
the palm grove of Montiel.

The shadow of my horse,
like in dreams I saw,
the leagues I traveled on it
rolled up in my soul.

That's why I passed by,
why stop,
what good is a countryman
without a horse in Montiel.

On the Montiel shore
I had a ranch once,
has oblivion knocked it down?
is it in ruins? I don't know.

That's why I passed by,
why stop,
what good is a countryman
without a horse in Montiel.