I Cultivate a White Rose

by José Martí

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.

* Folk singer Pete Seeger adapted this poem to lyrics and music and named the song "Guantanamera"
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