Meu Tordilho Destino

There's a spearhead
On my tordilho's forehead
That didn't clear the darkness
Of its colt fur
And by baptism destiny
Has little brake time
A ranch raised from hooves
And the back for two saddles

A big dam look
Without backwaters by the wind
That in the shadow of the forelock
Safeguards its feeling
Sustains the ranch in the loop
In dealing with the herd
Gentle jolt for a poet
To jot down poetry

Time, time, was the name of the horse
Riding along the corridor
Father of the tordilha herd
Of some rigor's temple
Of those that even the saddle
Holds memories of the trot
In the gaze of my hope
I tied the braid of luck

Ahead the zaina hope
Was the sinuelo of the colts
Of those who welcomed in life
Always taming for others
After the tight cinch
And hooking the bit
I had a horse for the world
When crossing the gate

In the wire a strand of mane
That remained from spring
Of the romance a tordilho
After the moons of waiting
Today from the saddle
A memory in the gaze
Where Hope in Time
Made my Destiny on the road
Where Hope in Time
Made my Destiny on the road

Time, time, was the name of the horse
Riding along the corridor
Father of the tordilha herd
Of some rigor's temple
Of those that even the saddle
Holds memories of the trot
In the gaze of my hope
I tied the braid of luck

Where hope, in time
Made my destiny on the road