2018.11.09.
Guajhojho
The little path of the moon,
faithful confident of my sorrows.
Blue quiet nights,
they watched them go by together.
On a beach of the sandy area,
her soft laugh and a sigh.
Brunette Cruceña girl,
I can no longer forget you.
It came to flap my heart
the singing of guajhojho,
he wanted to nest and he walked away,
brunette of the rice field.
You will always be in my life
clear moon path.
Hear my sweet song:
brunette from Santa Cruz,
that now the light of tropical love,
love of an illusion
that goes there repeating like the guajhojho,
that goes there repeating like the guajhojho.
2018.01.30.
La Oma*
(Recited)
We are going to tell you the story
Of a Chacoan grandmother
La Oma is a woman,
On her seventies, more or less
She lives on the mounts of Chaco
Near to San Bernardo.
(Sung)
She has got blue eyes
Like the water of the seas
Because she came from far, far away
And the sky lives in her blood.
You have to follow the path
To get to her ranch
Made of mud and underpinned
By red quebracho
The yard full of trees
And work tools
Gillnets, a plow
And the view of her Chaco.
La Oma is happy with so little
Actually, let's say with nothing
La Oma was blonde and it's clear
She was a cute German woman. (2x)
How lonely la Oma is
But she doesn't think of anything
How would be possible to think about death
If la Oma is just like a fairy.
In her little ranch, made by mud
She puts some water to boil
She talks to a little parrot
To whom she talks and to nobody else
You have to follow the path
To get to her ranch
Made of mud and underpinned
By red quebracho
The yard full of trees
And work tools
Gillnets, a plow
And the view of her Chaco.
La Oma is happy with so little
Actually, let's say with nothing
La Oma was blonde and it's clear
She was a cute German woman. (2x)