Gabriela del palomar
Ángel Parra
Gabriela of the Dove House
I had a little dog
who walked all through Chile,
starting in Arica,
ending in Chiloé.
Iquique saw him first,
Antofagasta next,
Atacama and other places
in the north I’ll mention.
He got to know the Great North,
mining and saltpeter,
upon reaching the Elqui Valley
he faced his first heartbreak.
They told him of a star
that shone in that place
that took the prettiest flower,
Gabriela of the dove house.
Poor little wandering dog,
bad luck lit his way,
his little paws got tired
and the journey came to an end.
