en los trigales

a piece of music
a peace of music
in which the wheat flows
llike mysticism
along the stings
or a guitar
more beloved
than any woman

en los trigales
the wheatfields
in this glass
of dark
rich
German
beer
i see your face
your lovely breasts
i see your smile
and i add the salt
of my unapologetic tears
to the taste
of your lips
to my beer
to my wandering
mind