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Προσθήκη λεζάντας

Criscrafty!!!!

I am a sincere man...

From where the palm trees grow

And before death takes me

I want to let the poems soar from my soul.

I come from everywhere...

And everywhere I go

Art I am among the arts

Among the mountains...

Mountain I am.

All is beautiful and loyal,

All is musical and right,

And all, like the diamond...

Is charcoal before being light.

With the poor of the world...

I want to cast my fate;

A little brook in the mountains...

Pleases me more than the sea

I want, whenever I die,

Stateless, but with no master

To have on my tombstone, a bouquet of flowers...

And my country’s flag.

I cultivate a white rose...

In July as in January

For the sincere friend,

Who offers his honest hand

And for the cruel one, who rips from me

My heart by which I live,

I cultivate neither thorns nor thistles;

I cultivate a white rose.

José Julián Martí Pérez (28 January 1853 – 19 May 1895)