Ask the path

country poem

Ask the path,
where I have seen,
the afternoon sun to me known,
the green grass,
to springs,
But do not ask me to the wall.

I have been in the mountains and in the quebrachales,
taking care of my people among the cornfields,
I have seen in the Andes and in the old world,
looking at life deeper.

If you ever want to find someone,
you know where I can find,
with the tides, in a creek,
away from the walls of the great city,

near the humble, those who make bread,
away from the walls of the great city.