Um Quadro de Campo

A morning mate, reached with an honest gesture
A drop that gains claws, for a cowboy ride
A heron on the horizon, showing off a white poncho
The sun asking for work, shaping a field painting

A rooster tuning its throat, warning of footsteps
A lapwing circling the nest, watching over the brood
And a mud puddle in matrimony, laying the foundation
When a southern lapwing sings, it makes us look towards the road

January cowboy ride, journey through the marsh
On a good saddle horse, naturally tamed
A left-handed lasso, with the stirrups on the other side
Clanging the ring of the halter, brushing the wet fur

A colt ready for breaking, of a breed that bucks
Bad from below and rebellious, in a sign of a fight
That when it clashes with a cowboy, understands the rope and reins
...And after a few gallops... chews the bit and trots

A wild horse that gathers in the depths of the pasture
A gallop of all kinds, for the rodeo of the pioneers
Black poncho that opens up, against the galloping rain
South wind rising... feeling jealous of the frost

The day closing its eyes, right after the sun sets
Leading the moon by the reins, a splendid lantern...
...I don't believe that anyone... with feelings and courage
Could say that this painting is orphaned from its creator...