Valparaíso

I have never known his story
One day I was born there simply
The old port watched over my childhood
With a face of cold indifference
Because I was not born poor and I always had
An inconceivable fear of poverty

I want to tell you what I have observed
So that we get to know him
The inhabitant chained the streets
The rain stained the stairs
A cloak of sadness was covering
The hills with their streets and their children

And the storm and the drizzle came
With its load of sand and waste
Death passed by there so many times
The death that brought mourning to Valparaíso
And once again the wind as always
He wiped the face of this wounded port

But this port ties like hunger
You can't live without knowing it
We cannot leave without missing them
The tar, the south wind, the kites
The crab fisherman who saddens
Our Costanera landscape