Jose Marti
If you see a hill of foam
It is my poetry that you see:
My poetry is a mountain
And is also a fea...
Jose Marti
I cultivate a white rose
In July as in January
For the sincere friend
Who gives me his hand frank...
Jose Marti
Day and night
I always dream with open eyes
And on top of the foaming waves
Of the wide turbulent...
Jose Marti
Culture, which makes talent shine, is not completely ours either, nor can we place it solely at our ...
Jose Marti
A selfish man is a thief....

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