Vientos Decembrinos
Jorge Guerrero
December Winds
The dragon trees are already blooming, December winds are blowing
And I'll figure out how to lasso the frontino
I saddle up, take a sip, fly over and hit the road
Singing vague memories that overwhelm my destiny
Today is the day I get drunk with beer, rum, or wine
I dare to drink a lake for those divine lips
Lips that kissed me yesterday, and today I'm fixated on them
Maybe they bewitched me, that's why I'm wandering
How my life scattered, my life is a whirlwind
My eyes already cried for her, my pulse doesn't hit the mark
And as they swore their love to me under a Josefino tree
That day my peasant dreams were nourished
December arrived happily, and I confine myself to suffer
In the sands of time, I decline little by little
My horse is thirsty and I burn with it
Searching for her and not finding her, I wish I were a fortune-teller
The clouds of feeling bring her and I imagine her
Tangible in thought, dancing and making gestures
Your image is like a veil, made of a very fine cloth
That flies like a handkerchief in the evening breeze
And as it dissipates in the sky, I see her crystal eyes
Looking at me with a passionate and petty jealousy
And that brings me a sorrow that I can't control even with help
And kneeling on the ground, blessing her, I finish
