El Toro

there in the fields of currents
facing a rough rodeo
a proud pampa bull
plants its hooves in the ground
insulting a roan horse
a clearing is made next to the hill
beginning that duel
made of charges and hooves
and hooves that raise
the dust that goes towards the sky
when everything dissolves
like a balance in the fight
as that afternoon dies
there remains a bloodstain
and one less pampa in the estate