Do you see what I see?
There has been some complaints as to the organization of the site, and so I've been tweeking it. Do you see the links bar immediately to your right (Starting with Marti's image)?
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The first duty of a man is
to think for himself.
-Jose Martí
to think for himself.
-Jose Martí
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6 comments:
Yes, the link bars are directly to the right.
Yeap there they be.
Between us Marti coulve used some Rogain eh?
My mom used to read me a poem about Marti ( I learn how to read by reading patriotic poems .. WHAT A MOM)
and I remeber these lines:
"La pulida cabeza de ademán principeño,(nice way of saying bald) y en el cerebro una jaula de ruiseñores llena.
Rostro, espejo de una lucidez Nazarena, pensando en Cuba presa, fruncía augusto el ceño y volver anunciaba en proféticos sueños a una patria azul chispeante y bella.
“Yo alzare el mundo” dijo al perder su vida en los campos de Mayo, y desde entonces hizo de la noche luz.
“Yo quiero que se sepa” exclamo inusitativo , que por servir mi tierra únicamente vivo, y que por verla libre , me clavare en la cruz.
It has been MANY moons since I I said that poem last 40+ years probably , i may have gotten a few of the words wrong but . god dman I loved that poem.
Coño, KC, you just nailed me with that poem.
Gracias.
They DO get you uh Val.?
Another of my Mom's favorites : again it has been 40+ years I even thought about this:
"Era un poeta, un soñador
Y estaba enamorado de una blanca estrella
En el exilio suspiro por ella
Era su tierra la que tanto amaba
Era su novia de la que en versos hablaba
Y nunca la beso
Fue a la pelea como un soldado a empapar su tierra con su sangre
Y cayó
Fue aya en Oriente…
Y esa noche se vio que, plañidera
Bajo una estrella
Lo beso en la frente
Y se clavó glorioso en su bandera"
My mom was a very good poetress in her own right but never pursued it professionaly although had afew poems published. Thusly, my childhood was filled with this Marti based melancholy.
My mother used to call Marti
“El tierno bardo”
KC: hahahahahahahha!!!!!
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