Siempre Con El Llano
Jorge Guerrero
Always With The Plain
My plain, I never forget you
I never forget you, my call
I always carry you with me
When I don't see you, I write to you
My beautiful and distant plain
You are embedded in my soul
Like the breeze in the palm
With sovereign impetus
Like summer to winter
Like winter to summer
The heart of the rope
Of that rope
Still beats in my hands
And in the pores of the legs
The sweat of my chestnut horse
And in the brim of the hat
The temple of the locals
I sleep dreaming of you
Dreaming of you
My dear flat land
And I wake up imagining
That I am riding alone
On your distant plain
Sometimes I hear clearly
The commotion of parakeets
Of parrots and macaws
And I long for the parrots
Who with their silver trills
Adorn the foundation
Someday I will return
To rock in the caney
Of the old countryside house
To fully breathe
The magic of your mornings
To frolic with the rains
Of May through the savannah
