And this is an attractive Spanish style villa.
This is a more contemporary home with a gated yard.
The old colonial streets of Merida are busy with traffic and comerce.
Across the park where the taco stand was doing good business I found a bust to Jose Marti - a Cuban poet I learned to recite by memory in school when I was a child. Marti is the father of the Cuban war of independencee from Spain at the end of the 19th century.
This little poem I could recite in Spanish from memory:
I Cultivate a White Rose
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.
Here is a link to another great poem (in Spanish): http://www.exilio.com/Marti/Marti.htmlThese verses have been adapted to the song "Guantanamera"
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