FIRST PART
A SOFIA CORREA,
be the mother because he knew I needed.
For your tenderness that stanched my sorrows.
In her sadness, which incubated my rebellion.
S. J. G.
Thirty-Three, 1935.
A WHITE,
my partner in the effort and sleep
in the fight and hope. She, like me,
comes from the heart torn from the field,
and know the root of his anguish
and direction of their calls blocked.
S. J. G.
Montevideo, 1942.
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ALVERTENCIA
My colt back Sobre'l oil field
-Who has never felt a brand-guillemot,
pa ready meyarles the edge to the bars
these haughty tacuruses rise.
They are like cowboys jealous that roam,
chilcas engüeltos in ponchos bagualas,
Orejana troop of my thoughts,
free my ideas, my Pachuca forward.
Tiemple Brujones who test field,
males raised in rough perebas
which are parallel to my pal qu'es proud as a gaucho
the path that opens in front of a dagger.
So anyone who wants to cross the pasture
triyos without having the stay of my soul,
alvierto him to be very dipsaci Tranqui
if you want to get rid of some ro ..
