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“Dícenme que mi abuelo fue el esclavo por quien el amo dio trienta monedas. Ay, ay, ay, que el esclavo fue mi abuelo es mi pena, es mi pena. Si hubiera sido el amo, sería mi vergüenza; que en los hombres, igual que en las naciones, si el ser el siervo es no tener derechos, el ser el amo es no tener conciencia. They tell me that my grandfather was the slave for whom the master paid thirty coins. Ay, ay, ay, that the slave was my grandfather is my sadness, is my sadness. If he had been the master it would be my shame: that in men, as in nations, if being the slave is having no rights being the master is having no conscience. (Ay, Ay, Ay de la grifa negra/Ay, Ay, Ay of the Kinky-Haired Negress)”

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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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