Valparaiso

I have never known history
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 always had
An inconceivable fear of poverty.

I want to tell you what I have observed
So we can get to know each other
The inhabitant chained the streets;
The rain faded the stairs
And a blanket of sadness covered
The hills with their streets and children.

And the storm came and the drizzle
With its load of sand and waste,
Death passed by so many times,
Death that mourned Valparaiso
And once again the wind as always,
Cleaned the face of this wounded port.

But this port ties like hunger,
You can't live without knowing it
You can't live without missing us,
Flutter south wind the kites
The crab fisherman who saddens
Our landscape of the waterfront.

I have never known history
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 always had
An inconceivable fear of poverty.