Your poets are dying, Cuba

(Author’s own translation) Their poets are dying and the country does not cry. I fear it knows nothing. Out of sight, out of mind. More than from the body from the soul are dying. They die in their letters. In their incestuous cradles they die, in its comfortable lunettes. They die in the praises that… Continue reading Your poets are dying, Cuba

Fray Bartolome de Las Casas: Let no one read the History of the Indies for forty years

Fray Bartolomé de Las Casas: Let no one read the History of the Indies for forty years And after those forty years, if they see that it is appropriate for the good of the Indians and Spain, they can order it to be printed for the glory of God and manifestation of the truth mainly.… Continue reading Fray Bartolome de Las Casas: Let no one read the History of the Indies for forty years