A grain of poetry suffices to season a century. — José Martí, Versos Sencillos: Simple Verses
A grain of poetry suffices to season a century. — José Martí, Versos Sencillos: Simple Verses
A grain of poetry suffices to season a century. — José Martí, Versos Sencillos: Simple Verses
A grain of poetry suffices to season a century. — José Martí, Versos Sencillos: Simple Verses
A grain of poetry suffices to season a century. — José Martí, Versos Sencillos: Simple Verses
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A grain of poetry suffices to season a century.

— José Martí, Versos Sencillos: Simple Verses
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