Cacique Yatel

Roasting an ostrich picanha
the evening surprised him in the yehuel
Dreamy muleteer of pine and light
who knew how to be a lord in the layquen.

With a hairless dog and a bell
an old tired horse and a saddle sore
there goes wandering don Yatel
cimarron chieftain of the AONIKENK...

When he arrives at the bars
for a shot of gin
he usually sings a cahani
with fables and legends
and his eyes wander
towards the side of the road
because he was born Tehuelche
and before anything else, Argentine...

How many memories does don Yatel have
of Isla Pavon and Cardiel
when Don Luis' boat arrived
bringing flags for him...

When winter releases its splendor
and the peak of Chaltén is painted
I imagine the image of Yatel
chasing the ostriches towards the sun...

When he arrives at the bars...