For Fidel.
I am a truthful man
from the land of the palm trees.
And before I die
I like to share the songs of my soul.
My songs are like a soft whisper
and of a crimson red.
My songs are a wounded fawn
that searches for the protection of a mountain.
With the poor of the earth
I would like to share my fate .
The streams of the mountain range
please me more than the sea.
Guantanamera.
By José Marti.
Neil Harris
(a don't stop till you drop production)
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