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[ Yunanistan, Serez, 03.07.2025 ]

📌 GRACIAS Y GRACIAS It's my birthday today. I'm so full of gratitude, I can't even stand it. I have been granted another year to do good things on this earth. I have been granted another year of sunrises and sunsets. Each one more beautiful than the last. I have been granted more heartache, loss and struggle. And the upside is new loves, old loves and successes. And I carry on with strength and conviction. This is one my my fave Jose Marti poems. It's my birthday gift to you. May you find your "versos" that give you strength. 👉 Don't forget to follow @danay.e @amigos.clubhouse & @LatinaMeetup . You'll thank me 😘 #jefa #successtip #quote #latinaentrepreneur #latinastrong #business #motivation #success #entrepreneurship #entrepreneur #latina #latinaboss #latinabloggers #latinablogger #danay #birthday #poem #josemarti #poema #poesia #PowerLatina #latinapower #latinaandproud #proudlatina #latinabusiness #guerrera #emprendedora #mujeremprendedora #emprendedoras #sisepuede (at Williamsburg, Virginia) https://www.instagram.com/p/CWqJ5lJroAD/?utm_medium=tumblr

Photos by Sharon Black and Steven Ceci

at the #grave of #josemarti the #nationalhero of #cuba🇨🇺 in #santiagodecuba🇨🇺 … 09-2019 … - - - - - - - - #cuba #cubatravel #davidketel #kuba #photographer #photography #sony #sonyalpha #sonyphoto #sonyphotography #sonypicture #total_cuba #travel #travelphoto #travelphotography #travelpicture #urban #urbanphoto #urbanphotography #urbanpictures #history #cubanhistory🇨🇺 https://www.instagram.com/p/B2KamCfIH1J/?igshid=12e3ryu7736l2

Si ves un monte de espumas, Es mi verso lo que ves: Mi verso es un monte, y es Un abanico de plumas. Mi verso es como un puñal Que por el puño echa flor: Mi verso es un surtidor Que da un agua de coral. Mi verso es de un verde claro Y de un carmín encendido: Mi verso es un ciervo herido Que busca en el monte amparo. Mi verso al valiente agrada: Mi verso, breve y sincero, Es del vigor del acero Con que se funde la espada. Versos Sencillos, Jose Martí #josemarti https://www.instagram.com/p/BvBYOCCgY44/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1ie0gfb0fajzg

Jose Marti Memorial, Havana, Cuba

Jose Marti Parque Stadium..

Killed in battle, a civilian revolutionary who chose to stand on the front line da Barbara Bonanno BNNRRB Tramite Flickr: José Julián Martí Pérez was born in Havana, Cuba, on 1853-01-28, in a colony still ruled by Spain, within a political climate shaped by censorship, repression, and forced loyalty to the empire. From a very young age he developed a radical sense of justice. His political awakening was not symbolic or romantic, but concrete and dangerous. In 1869, still a teenager, he published pro-independence writings and participated in patriotic circles. A letter denouncing a fellow student who supported Spanish rule led to his arrest, sentencing him to forced labor in chains. This experience inside the colonial prison system marked him permanently. He understood that power maintained itself through organized humiliation and fear, and that liberation required moral clarity, discipline, and structure. In 1871 he was deported to Spain. There he studied and immediately published a detailed denunciation of colonial imprisonment, later known as El presidio político en Cuba, exposing physical abuse, psychological torture, and the machinery of repression used against Cuban political prisoners. Exile became the center of his life. He lived and worked in Spain, Mexico, Guatemala, Venezuela, and especially the United States, earning a living as a journalist, translator, teacher, and lecturer. Writing was never for prestige: it was always a tool of struggle. In 1877 he married Carmen Zayas-Bazán. In 1878 their son José Francisco was born. Martí loved his child deeply, and his writings reveal a strong emotional bond. However, his political commitment meant long separations and an unstable family life. He accepted this personal cost consciously, believing that Cuban independence had to come before his private happiness. In the United States, Martí became the principal organizer of Cuban exile communities. He delivered hundreds of speeches, founded patriotic clubs, raised funds, mediated internal conflicts, and worked relentlessly to unify divided revolutionary factions. In 1892 he founded the newspaper Patria as a political and organizational instrument, and in the same year created the Cuban Revolutionary Party, whose explicit goal was to prepare a new war of independence and prevent Cuba from falling under any new form of domination. At the same time, Martí developed a major literary and political body of work. His poetry collection Versos sencillos combined simplicity of language with ethical depth. His essay Nuestra América articulated a clear geopolitical vision: Latin America must build its own institutions based on its realities, not copy European or U.S. models. He openly warned that replacing Spanish rule with U.S. control would mean exchanging one empire for another. This position made him dangerous not only to Spain, but also to economic elites, annexationists, and political actors who favored a dependent Cuba. Martí represented a revolutionary ethics: independence without racism, without oligarchies, without foreign tutelage. He believed culture itself was a battlefield and that ideas could mobilize entire populations if tied to organization and action. In 1895 he returned clandestinely to Cuba to participate directly in the insurrection he had helped build. He refused to remain a distant intellectual figure. On 1895-05-19, at Dos Ríos, during an armed clash with Spanish troops, Martí advanced on horseback and was shot and killed. He died as he lived: refusing separation between word and action. His death turned him into the permanent moral reference of Cuban independence. Martí endures not as a decorative poet, but as an organizer, strategist, and revolutionary thinker who transformed culture into an instrument of liberation and dignity. I publish these images because memory is not nostalgia: it is defense. To remind young people that resistance is not a slogan but a choice that carries a cost, and that justice does not exist unless people insist on it. These individuals are not icons for consumption: they were human beings who paid with their lives to defend humanity, dignity, rights, and truth against propaganda, violence, and abuse of power. I publish them to oppose indifference, to restore facts to the center, and to state clearly that we must not accept injustice as normal. Those who resisted before us did not leave us a myth. They left us a responsibility.