Mujer Sobre El Papel

Talk to me,
ma'am talk to me
hanging on the wall tell me,
from there what do you see,
smile with pleasure,
for from here I will adore you.

Look at me,
woman on the paper
her hands reveal the color
of work and sweat
of mother and woman,
her face already erased the pain.

Woman of vocation
her voice still echoes in the room.

And again,
looking at her again
I have wished to be able to be
her whim and her duty
she knew how to do it well
and I never stop loving her.

Woman on the paper
here her plea was a duty.