Young numbing beer warms me on the lips,
old leaves me cool under some bare feet for the last time.
The more different things increasingly resemble.
Chameleon on tronquito oak,
stick bug in silent animal house!
Where you shake hands the sun and cold,
Advertising on the night an impossible embrace.
They are now a passenger and eternal love.
My throat bellowing,
echo whispering in the wet and finally smoky mountains!
Let fawns !!
Let’s fly to the valley floor!
A dance and love!
All for what my father and my son will !!
For once we are all very masculine!