9 July 2008. Disk of red sun against smokey sky in the evening, reflected again in smoked-glass bar room window of the Sky Lounge. Memories, always... justo así...
"Tuve un overo rosao,
un alazán y un picaso
que pa’ cualquier tiro ‘e lazo
nada mejor he encontrao,
un malacara bragao
voluntarioso y seguro
y, pa’ salir de un apuro,
huyendo del alvoroto
tuve un overo poroto
un tobiano y un oscuro..."
* * *
"De cabello esparcido..."
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"I had a rosy dappled horse
a cinnamon one, with patches of light and dark
and however I throw the lasso
not a better have I found,
with a mottled face, whitish in color,
willful, capricious and sure
taking off in a dash
fleeing from tumult...
I had a dappled young one
mottled and dark..."
* * *
"With scattered hair..."
(My rough translation. The first fragment is from a song recorded by Atahualpa Yupanquí); the second, from "Carcel," by the Argentine poet, José Pedroni.)
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