El Retrato de Mama

I came to see you, my brother
Not to ask you for anything
Even though I'm living in poverty
I appreciate the gesture

That big car at the door
This mansion-like house
It speaks of what you professed
Your status is high

This little living room we're in
Decorated in a modern style
With its paintings that adorn it
Costs a fortune

Don't take out your wallet
I didn't come for money
But tell me, where is
The portrait of our mother

Poor mother...
She who loved you so much
Who went as far as sacrifice
To send you to study

Not even...
Did you have the decency
To put in the house
Mom's portrait

From heaven,
She sees you and forgives you;
But I, your brother,
I won't forgive you

And tell me
Why, among all the jewels
Is missing the most precious one,
Mom's portrait...