La Honte

Tengo vergüenza de mi boca triste, de mi voz rota y mis rodillas rudas; ahora que me miraste y que viniste, me encontré pobre y me palpé desnuda.

I am ashamed of my sad mouth, of my broken voice and my rough knees; now that you looked at me and that you came, I found myself poor and I felt naked.

Poem of Gabriela Mistral

La Honte (The Embarrassment), 2020. Six years ago, when I lived in France, I remember drawing a sketch of this work. 5 years later i decided to do it.