Angelita Huenuman

In the valley of Pocuno
Where the sea wind bounces
Where the rain breeds moss
Lives Angelita Huenuman
Among the mañio and hualles
The hazelnut and pitrán
Among the scent of chilcas
Lives Angelita Huenuman
Cared for by five dogs
In the son left by love
Simple like her small farm
The world revolves around
The red blood of the copihue
Runs in her veins, Huenuman
Next to the light of a window
Angelita weaves her life
Her hands dance in the thread
Like little wings of a chincol
It's a miracle how she weaves
Even the scent of the flower
In your looms, Angelita
There is time, tears, and sweat
There 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