I am a truthful man from this land of palm trees
Before dying
I want to share these poems of my soul.
My verses are light green
But they are also flaming red

I cultivate a rose in June and in January
For the sincere friend who gives me his hand
And for the cruel one who would tear out
this heart with which I live
I don't cultivate thistles nor nettles
I cultivate a white rose

courtesy - ODDITY - this being by Jose Marti....