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...

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