Cruz Maidana

Already the afternoon was hiding with the sun
when they met,
Juan Carmona in his tile,
Cruz Maidana in his tobiano.
The friendship of Juan Carmona was not worth
not even for the meat of his neck...
Cruz Maidana tracked him down to the façade,
without resting, just like a cimarrron.

Thirsty for rancor and revenge
he raised his meek hand
to collect the betrayal.
Seeking with a stormy thrust
to settle the dirty score
heart for heart.
The night seemed to cry blood
and the gleam of the knives
reflected on the façade.
And the wind prayed in its cold round
to a countryman who was dying
hugging his bagual.

In his humble and good life there was a milestone
that Cruz loved with madness.
She was as blonde as wheat,
she was beautiful and pure.
In his love of open country, moon and sun,
he nailed a carancho guampa,
and what a girl the pampa was for the one
who broke Cruz's heart!