Violetas Para Violeta

The news page
From Mercurio and La Estafeta
Between diets for the obese
Gossip and false prophets
Confirmed that without kisses
Violets wither away

I curse from the high sky
That expropriated her song
Her décimas, her handkerchief
Her quinchamalí, her tears
Purple from chicha and grapefruit
Pots of horror

Have you ever seen such insolence
Cynicism and treachery
Contaminate decency
Kidnap fantasy
When innocence cries out
They call the police

Violeta Parra said it
Nicanor's sister
Luckily I have a guitar
And without boasting of a voice
If they invite me to a party
Count on my heart

From Chicago they flew
Some gringos in ties
And in a suite in Santiago
Without stepping on Chuquicamata
They defecated in my land
Serenades were abundant

More alone than a suitcase
Forgotten on Gran Vía
Since Violeta left
Mourning poetry
They go after the poets
For spelling mistakes

The little cueca of my Chile
The smart ones from Washington
They wither it with rifles
That shoot down reason
Cursed be the parades
And the Christ who founded them

The poor are not rich
Nor is copper more than clay
Freedom shuts up
Since curfew
Ask the soldiers
What they did in La Moneda