The horses are coming
Galloping hoves
With the rebenque high in my hand
Whipping the criollos with
Tangled manes and thick fur
In valleys in Santa Cruz
Into beating limitless hearts
I grab the yegua by the whiters
And the blood in my veins
Carries her legs
Beyond the glacier
And the bus loads of tourists
To the other side of the cordillera
Where gauchos can not
Dominate the wildest of ariscos
My Maddy Travel 
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