La Rosa Blanca En julio como en enero,
Para el amigo sincero
Que me da su mano franca.
Y para el cruel que me arranca
Cardo ni ortiga' cultivo:
Cultivo la rosa blanca.
Poemas de José Martí
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About Me
- besesitos
- Cranston, Rhode Island, United States
- I love the wind in my hair, the cold on my nose, the sun on my face, and purple rain to a Latin beat, and I love my children and my precious grandchildren, my Mom and My Spanish Family.
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