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“Yo, fatalista, mirando la vida llegándose y alejándose de mis semejantes. Yo, dentro de mí misma, siempre en espera de algo que no acierta mi mente. Me, fatalist, watching life coming and going from my contemporaries. Me, inside myself, always waiting for something that my mind can't define. ("Momentos/Moments")”

Quote by Julia de Burgos

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Julia de Burgos
Julia de Burgos

Julia de Burgos, a Cuban poet, was born on February 17, 1914, and died on July 6, 1953. Her poetry is renowned for its profound social criticism and heartfelt expression of the Cuban people. more

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