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“Porque tengamos cerca de la muerte, un consuelo, Puerto Rico, mi patria, te reclama en su suelo, y por mi voz herida, se conduce hasta tí! Because near to death we will have one consolation, Puerto Rico, my homeland, clamors for you on its soil, and through my wounded voice, conveys itself to you! (A José Marti / To José Marti)”

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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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