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Gabino Barrera

Gabino Barrera no entiende a razones andando en la borrachera, cargaba pistolas con seis cargadores, le daba gusto a cualquiera. Usaba el bigote en cuadro abultado, su paño al cuello enredado, canciones de manta, chamarra de cuero, traía punteado el sombrero. Sus pies campesinos usaban guareces que a veces a raiz andaban, pero le cuadraba pagar los mariachis, la plata no le importaba. Con una botella de caña en la mano gritaba ¡viva zapata!, porque era aranceno el indio suriano, hijo de muy buena mata. Era alto y bien dado, muy ancho de espalda, su rostro mal enganchado, su negra mirada un aire le daba al buitre de la montaña. Gabino Barrera dejaba mujeres con hijos por dondequiera, por eso los pueblos por donde se paseaba se la tenian sentenciada. Recuerdo la noche que lo asesinaron, venía de ver a su amada, dieciocho descargas de moser sonaron sin darle tiempo de nada. Gabino Barrera con todo y caballo cayó por la balacera, la cara de ese hombre revolucionrio cayó besando la tierra.

Gabino Barrera

Gabino Barrera does not comprehend reasoning, riding around drunk, He carried pistols with six magazines, He would give anyone pleasure. He wore a square mustache puffed out, His cloth tied around his neck, Manta songs, leather jacket, Worn brim of his hat. His peasant feet wore guareces, Which sometimes were bare, But he appreciated paying mariachis, Money was not important to him. With a bottle of cane in his hand, He shouted, "Long live Zapata!", Because the southern Indian was dangerous, Son of a very good mother. He was tall and well-proportioned, Very broad-shouldered, His face poorly hooked, His black gaze bore the air of the mountain vulture. Gabino Barrera left women with children everywhere, That is why the towns where he wandered about Had sentenced him. I remember the night they murdered him, He was returning from seeing his beloved, Eighteen shots from a Mosin sounded Without giving him any time for anything. Gabino Barrera, with all his horse, Fell from the gunfire, The face of that revolutionary man Fell kissing the ground.