– DEFIANT FAITH – I seek uncertain refuge in these valleys,nursing fear and loneliness.My stature thick and ungovernablestruggles with old shadows of freedom. An athlete runs through yesterday’s high groundsurpassing hoofs and majesty.A tiger has been stalking me ever since,cornering my soul with evil. Fire, mother, earth,guardian tree,in MapudungoI want to scream.I run, spear, thunder,young …
– CUMBIA OF LOS LOROS – I want to dawn singing.I want to live singing.I want to sing,I want to sing. This moment, this dayin this valley and new moonwith my aunts, with my cousinsand with my niece Ornella This night that rejoicesand the family is celebrating.In Huasco and in La Liguathe stars are dancing …
– SPIRIT OF WINE – The spirit of wine and mother earthlight up the windows of labour,the spirit of wine and mother earth The spirit of wine springs from the earth,the magic of the roots, eternal grape harvest.From the spirit of wine the strength grows. It stirs the hearts.The mountain range rejoices.The spirit of wine, …
– THE RETURN – Hope remains for meto find the paththat will take me to your root. Hope remains for meto cross the pondThat keeps me from you. Hope remains for meto weave the time…that takes with it this kite. Hope remains for meto embrace your charmthat shelters my country. The wait is endless.The bread …
When did I stop seeing you,when did I lose your signs.The shadow that shelters –Jacaranda. One always gets entangled,an uncertain labyrinth,so much young hope –Jacaranda. JACARANDA WAITING FOR MEJACARANDA IN SPRINGJACARANDA MY CHIMERAWHEN WILL I SEE YOU AGAINJACARANDA. So many generations,adolescent dreamsyearn for your lap –Jacaranda. So many palpitations,street of encounters,your hand foreseeing –Jacaranda. JACARANDA …
– NEW DRUM – I don’t know what’s gonna happen,I don’t know what’s gonna happen.The night is coming,the night is coming now. I don’t know what’s gonna happen,I don’t know what’s gonna happenWith you in the loneliness,With you in solitude. The night is coming.The night is coming.Gabriel playing the kettledrum,Gabriel playing the kettledrum.
– DISTANCES – Only your letters caress me – beautiful woman.How could I not retain you – without passing away?I come to listen to the silhouette left by your voice. What do they know of distances – nothing of love.What do they know of tenderness – and of illusion.I come to look for documents that …
– CUECA* OF THE STUDENTS – All over the planet, life,students are rising up.With all their hearts, for education,to put an end to the money-makers.With reason, good education,No ignorant person to rule. They don’t want to live with such injustice,they are outraged.So much passion, good education,against inequality.So much illusion, for education,the students are already rising …
– KEPT WAITING – I left my beloved land behind mewith an emptiness that still haunts me,even fear of so many threats,even rage, deprived and crying. Without saying goodbye, I take nothing with mebecause they put a price on my head,even I find the other displaced people,even they also drag the ruthlessness with them. Why… …
– THE EGGSHELL – The eggshell that life brokeis a door without lintel.The shell that protected everything,the tender wound marks the skin. And the street was waiting for youwith its paths without direction.And the human tide breathing,all secret with its extension. The eggshell that opened to life… The shell that connected to lifeIs like a …
