Chienito de Pucón

No snow, sun, or rain
can stop his smile
honoring the work
with steady steps through the day.
With his Chilean figure
like a morning Don Quixote
slim and rocky
heading to the mountain
while at his ranch waits
soup and fried dough singing.
Little guy from Pucón
Juanito honors his shadow
because the land loves him
and he loves his noble land
little guy from Pucón
I leave you my heart.
In those pauses of the sun
he planted his home in the lowlands
and Carmela bloomed
with two sprouts in her arms.
I have a feeling it’s that simple
Van Gogh dreamed of his landscape
if he had wandered in Pucón
his suns would be volcanoes
and Juanito the sower
of giant sunflowers.
Little guy from Pucón
Juanito honors his shadow
because the land loves him
and he loves his noble land
little guy from Pucón
I leave you my heart.