Ginete de Fronteira
Porca Véia
Frontier Rider
I was born a rider on a ranch by the border
Living the cowboy life for those in the heartland
I grew up playing at breaking in colts
There’s always another one for the trainer’s hands
That dark bay with a wide hip and open front
Ears perked up on the ranch of paradise
He was trained for a cowboy to show off
And dance on the reins with a flash of a smile
On weekends when I get ready for work
I reflect on life in the rosette of the Chilean
A dip in the creek, scented water, and a new outfit
A dance in the crowd and the perfume of a dark-haired girl
On Monday when I head back to the horses
New thoughts come creeping into my mind
I pretend that time hasn’t passed
And from where I am, I ride on the wind’s mane
Every day I see life in a new light
In this flow where pure verses are born
To the slow pace of my saddle partner
I carry the dreams of Rio Grande through the rough.
