Macho
José Larralde
Macho
Unbridled stallion,
man and lord,
arm stuck in the furrow,
earth and sweat,
pampa that burns
from the heat,
chest swirling
wind and pain.
Macho...
Flames of waiting
burn in your heart.
Showers of dead flowers
water your voice.
Dogs biting the bait
of your interior.
Bars breaking cornstalks
in your heart.
Macho...
The fire of a thousand suns
will warm you,
you will face winter
without flinching,
the shine of your eyes
makes one think
that there is no force
that can make you look back.
Macho...
Give me, gaucho,
your hand I want to feel,
the warmth of your callus bleeding love.
I want to feel your fighter's pulse,
and wet my pupils with your sweat.
Macho...