I cultivate a white rose
In July as in January
- For the sincere friend
- Who gives me his hand frankly
- And for the cruel person who tears
- out the heart with which I live,
- I cultivate neither nettles nor thorns;
- I cultivate a white rose!
[ I do not know who translated this to English but I love this. Its by Jose Marty ]
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