Florzita de Campo Aberto

The stones of the clear stream
That runs at the bottom of the ranch
Are so precious, so rare
They are the book of my childhood

There I crossed with a note
Straight to a neighboring ranch
Asking for my mother
Kerosene for the lamp

I took to the neighbor
Jerked beef, orange, cassava
And the hope little by little
To see your young braid

The bush that follows the river
Has a narrow path
It's a dark friend
Carrying my guarded story

It keeps the scent of flowers
Smell of wet root
It saw me endure the hardships
Heading to the beloved ranch

To sit next to you
And share mate with the heart
So you came with me
Without leaving your corner

That wandering little road
Opened by cattle and people
Has rosemary, has carqueja
That remind me of happy times

And has only hoof marks
Towards your dwelling
On the way back... I was so light
That I didn't even leave a mark on the road

Another fifteen days of work
And you were always with me
How beautiful and tender life is
For those who don't feel the danger!

In that broken down mud wall
In the winter of the old shack
Each ripple of the waterhole
Tells a bit of what I was

There I saw myself in reverse
In the crystal clear water
And I wrote my first verse
To please you, girl

Little flower of the open field
That enchants us from the countryside
Take care of the free cattle
And the wild herds

And so I became a poet
Singer and wanderer
And you remained, discreet
Embroidering these depths

I never found your charm
In this scattered time
I returned to find my song
And complete your verse

Little flower of the open field that enchants us from the countryside
Take care of the free cattle and the wild herds
I didn't take care of you, my little flower, my incomplete poetry
And I left you, so beautiful! For dreaming of being a poet

(And I lost you, so beautiful! For dreaming of being a poet)