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“Puerto Rico depende de tu vida y tu nombre, colgando en ti van millones de esperanzas para resucitar en lo que nos fue robado y hacer valer de nuevo el honor de la Patria. Puerto Rico depends on your life and your name, resting on you are millions of hopes to be resurrected in what was stolen from us and to renew the worth of the Nation's honor. (Puerto Rico está en tí / Puerto Rico Is in You)”

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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