Angelitos Negros

Painter born in my land
With the foreign brush,
Painter who follows the path
Of so many old painters.

Even if the virgin is white
Paint black little angels
Because they also go to heaven
All the good little black ones.

Painter, if you paint with love
Why do you despise their color,
If you know that in heaven
Also, oh also, God loves them.

Painter of saints and bedrooms
If you have something in your heart,
Why, when painting so many pictures
Did you forget about the black ones.

Whenever you paint churches
You paint beautiful little angels,
But you never remembered
To paint a black angel.