Ante Un Libro Abierto

There's a gray horse arriving
That gives its name to the party
Of that beloved place
That is a pleasure to remember

With that beautiful place
That perpetuates a memory
Because until today it continues
Being named with praise
To the great rider of the place
The Basque Berizertua
In the ranch the roans
His memory is latent
Like an imposing milestone waiting for the night watchman
The owl in the field
Only left some lament
Waiting for the attentive lapwing
He couldn't see his passing
History of riding he left
As a testament

Already being somewhat old
He told me about his trajectory
And his time of glory
With spurs and whip in hand
Calm and gentle the countryman
Gave me a talk, a concert
In the folkloric, he was an expert
I, who could listen to him
Got the impression of being
Sitting in front of an open book

In his long journey
He said that among other values
He knew how to ride on flowers
On the day of his centenary
He had friends, not adversaries
That I must emphasize
Remembering, he detailed
That in that long road
He measured himself with Argentinians
And Uruguayan stalwarts

They say the Basque is gone
I correct that phrase
If in the faces of his children
I have seen him more than once
With the same simplicity
And with his countryman style
He carries the same flag
I, who learned to respect them
To Norma, the black one, and Carlos
And to the sun of his companion

I believe he has not gone
I believe he is present
In his town and in his people
He is a thorn stuck
A great one is not forgotten
And an old countryman said
That early in the field
He saw a man passing by
That was the Basque wandering
To the ranch the roans