Huella Sin Huella

The thunderous bulls
Come roaring,
Pushing dark clouds
Over the fields.
The wind is moaning
With its sigh,
The saddest of the sad
Is not being with you.

With silver vipers
The flashes strike,
Tearing open bellies
In a rage.
Fine fingers of water
Are trembling,
The song of the rain
Over my ranch.

To the footprint, to the footprint,
I leave crying,
Like through the cracks
The puddles weep.

Deep inside I gallop
In the darkness
Shoveling the shadows
Of my conscience.
I've been left pensive
Philosophizing,
My eyes wide open
That the puddles reveal.

Unyielding clapper
A dripping faucet,
With the sound of little frogs
Ringing in my ears.
The cricket in the bulb
Hoarse and tired
Singing of solitude
Dreams with me.

To the footprint, to the footprint
Alone without a trace
I'm all alone on the ranch
Footprint without her.