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COURTESY OF HUGO MARTINEZ

Amigos / as I send this excellent poetry of Maestro Amado Nervo. I see the end of my

rough road that I was the architect of my own destiny; that if I extracted the honey or the gall of things,

was because they put gall or honey tasty:
when planted roses always harvested roses .

True, my blossoms will follow the winter:
but you never told me May was eternal! Hallé
undoubtedly long nights of my sorrows But you never promised
only good nights;
and instead had some holy calm ...
loved, I loved, the sun caressed my face.
Life, you owe me nothing! Life, we are at peace! COURTESY