GUNNER FATHER
I
The borders of the homeland
They fall asleep with confidence
Because stoic is the stalking
From a staunch guardian,
That with his weapon always alert
Watchtower the infinite,
Without the dream or the mosquito
They subtract him from his eagerness.
II
Silent is the night
A new day is coming
The time for the relay arrives
That mitigates an anxiety
A cold hard bunk
Offering himself is anxious
Be the thalamus at rest
Of a sad loneliness
III
That's where the gunner goes
With its immense anguish,
Yet shut up and think
In scenes of yesterday
Recall quietly
The images that one day
They were signs of joy
Of adventure and pleasure
IV
Today already far from their children,
From his home and his wife,
Existence is prickly
But pristine of honor
That being that sweats blood
Is a father is a soldier
He is the one who has poisoned