January 29, 2006
I didnt forget
If you see a hill of foam
It is my poetry that you see:
My poetry is a mountain
And is also a feather fan.
My poems are like a dagger
Sprouting flowers from the hilt;
My poetry is like a fountain
Sprinkling streams of coral water.
My poems are light green
And flaming red;
My poetry is a wounded deer
Looking for the forest's sanctuary.
My poems please the brave:
My poems, short and sincere,
Have the force of steel
Which forges swords.
Jose Marti
Posted by Val Prieto at January 29, 2006 07:01 AM
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Stands up in front of his laptop:
BRAV-fucking-O!
Posted by: TC at January 29, 2006 08:06 AM
Si ves un monte de espumas,
Es mi verso lo que ves:
Mi verso es un monte, y es
Un abanico de plumas.
Mi verso es como un puñal
Que por el puño echa flor:
Mi verso es un surtidor
Que da un agua de coral.
Mi verso es de un verde claro
Y de un carmín encendido:
Mi verso es un ciervo herido
Que busca en el monte amparo.
Mi verso al valiente agrada:
Mi verso, breve y sincero,
Es del vigor del acero
Con que se funde la espada.
Posted by: Eleggua at January 29, 2006 11:56 AM
¡Gracias eleqqua! Esos hay que leerlos en "espanich" pa' "entenderlos"
I love versos sencillos...they say so much in so little words-
Posted by: nurian at January 30, 2006 12:26 PM
There's an excellent presentation by Carlos Alberto Montaner on Jos'e Mart'i and Cuban history in today's online version of El Nuevo Herald. In Spanish, of course.
Go there NOW, and if you must, force yourself to read through it. Believe me, you will be a better person for it.
I wish the Miami Herald would translate that speech into English. But I doubt they will.
Typical, for Knight-Ridder.
JulioZ
Posted by: Julio C. Zangroniz at January 30, 2006 12:40 PM
