Angelita Huenumán

In the valley of Pocuno
where the sea wind bounces
where the rain breeds mosses
lives Angelita Huenumán.

Among the mañío and hualles
the hazelnut and pitrán
among the scent of chilcas
lives Angelita Huenumán.

Cared for by five dogs
a son left by love
simple like her small farm
the world revolves around.

The red blood of the copihue
runs in her veins Huenumán
next to the light of a window
Angelita weaves her life.

Her hands dance in the thread
like chincol wings
it's a miracle how she weaves
even the scent of the flower.

In your looms, Angelita,
there is time, tears, and sweat
are the unnoticed hands
of this, my creative town.

After months of work
the chamal seeks a buyer
and like a caged bird
sings for the highest bidder.