Hola #hivecuba!
Hoy, con gran placer, he descubierto a mi novia 
También he descubierto con agrado a amigos y personas maravillosas, creadores todos, tales como 
Martí me lo dijo
antes de partir
a su emboscada.
No quise creerle
cuando me habló del dolor
ni del puñal.
Quiso regalarme un clavel
y le dije
siembro girasoles
en tu pecho de azucenas.
Supo morir
en mi noche oscura
de águila herida,
sin poder salvar
los lirios de mis paredes.
Martí me lo dijo
y no quise creerle.
Había muerto
el girasol de la montaña
en la soledad de tu escudo.
No quise creerle
cuando me hablaba del dolor
porque yo
ya estoy muerto.
En esta foto les muestro un monumento a José Martí en el cementerio de Remanganaguas, pero sobre ese sitio, les hablaré en otro post.
Espero les haya gustado, lo compartan y comenten si alguna vez le han dedicado algún poema u otra creación artística que quisieran compartir.
¡Un abrazo a todos!
¡No olviden sonreír!
La foto y el post son de mi propiedad.
English version
Hello #hivecuba!
Today, with great pleasure, I discovered my girlfriend
I have also discovered with pleasure friends and wonderful people, all creators, such as
Martí told me this
before leaving
for his ambush.
I did not want to believe him
when he spoke to me of pain
or of the dagger.
He wanted to give me a carnation
and I told him
I plant sunflowers
in your chest of lilies.
He knew how to die
in my dark night
of a wounded eagle,
without being able to save
the lilies on my walls.
Martí told me this
and I did not want to believe him.
The sunflower of the mountain had died
in the solitude of your shield.
I did not want to believe him
when he spoke to me of pain
because I
am already dead.
In this photo I show you a monument to José Martí in the Remanganaguas cemetery, but I will tell you about that site in another post.
I hope you liked it, share it and comment if you have ever dedicated a poem or other artistic creation to her that you would like to share.
A hug to everyone!
Don't forget to smile!
The photo and the post are my property.