Como el viento de poniente - Marea

De niño no me gustaban los libros ni las sotanas

Ni salir en procesión

Era tan desobediente como el viento de poniente

Revoltoso y juguetón

En vez de mirar pal cielo

Me puse a medir el suelo que me tocaba de andar

Y nunca seguí al rebaño

Porque ni el pastor ni el amo eran gente de fiar

Como aquel que calla, otorga

Y aunque la ignorancia es sorda

Pude levantar la voz

Más fuerte que los ladríos' de los perros consentíos'

Y que la voz del pastor

Empecé haciendo carreras

Por atajos y veredas muy estrechas para mí

Y decían mis vecinos

Que llevaba mal camino apartado del redil

Siempre fui esa oveja negra

Que supo esquivar las piedras que le tiraban a dar

Y entre más pasan los años

Más me aparto del rebaño porque no sé adonde va

As a child I did not like books or cassocks

Nor go out in procession

He was as disobedient as the west wind

rambunctious and playful

Instead of looking at the sky

I started to measure the floor that I had to walk on

And I never followed the herd

Because neither the shepherd nor the master were trustworthy people

Like the one who is silent, grants

And though ignorance is deaf

I was able to raise my voice

Stronger than the barking' of the dogs pamper yourselves'

And that the voice of the shepherd

I started racing

Through shortcuts and paths too narrow for me

And my neighbors said

Who led astray away from the fold

I was always that black sheep

That he knew how to dodge the stones that were thrown at him

And the more the years go by

The more I separate myself from the herd because I don't know where it goes