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Love is born with the pleasure of looking at each other
Is fed with the necessity of seeing each other
It is concluded with the impossibility of separation.
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Porque tengamos cerca de la muerte, un consuelo,
Puerto Rico, mi patria, te reclama en su suelo,
y por mi voz herida, se conduce hasta tí!
Because near to death we will have one consolation,
Puerto Rico, my homeland, clamors for you on its soil,
and through my wounded voice, conveys itself to you!
(A José Marti / To José Marti)
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