“And for the cruel one who would break my heart/ And for the cruel one who would pluck out my living heart/ I cultivate neither thistles nor nettles/ I cultivate a white rose … I know a deep sorrow / Of the sufferences without a name: / slavery of men / This is the great sorrow the world. “

I am an honest man …. ”   Jose Marti (Versos Sencillos), national Cuban poet, in Guantanamera, the song most used during newyear eve congas.

Published by Carlo Arioli