Author of quotes: Jose Marti

Trenches of ideas are much better than trenches of stones.
Trincheras de ideas valen más que trincheras de piedra.

We work for our children because they are the ones who know how to truly love, because they are our hope.
Trabajamos Para los niños, porque ellos son los que saben querer, porque ellos son la esperanza del mundo.

To be a step ahead of others, need to see more than they.
Para ir adelante de los demás, se necesita ver más que ellos.

The past is the root of this. You must know the past because it is the basis of the present.
Lo pasado es la raíz de lo presente. Ha de saberse lo que fue, lo que fue porque está en lo que es.

Music is the best manifestation of the beautiful.
La música es la forma más bella de lo bello.

Death is not terrible, if you've served your purpose in this life.
La muerte no es verdad cuando se ha cumplido bien la obra de la vida.

Freedom is the right of people to act freely, to think and speak without hypocrisy.
La libertad es el derecho que tienen las personas de actuar libremente, pensar y hablar sin hipocresía.

Ignorance kills people.
La ignorancia mata a los pueblos.

In life there are three things every man should do: plant a tree, raise a son and write a book.
Hay tres cosas que cada persona debería hacer durante su vida: plantar un árbol, tener un hijo y escribir un libro.

The city is a cage,
A repository of dead doves
And greedy hunting. If opened
Human breast and disintegrated flesh,
There would not heart
A wrinkled, dried-up prunes.
Here, like on the go, on the streets, in the dust
Living rooms and boulevards. Longer days
Don't live here flowers. Where modest beauty,
Where is the pure virgin that is ready
Rather of death to entrust your hand
Than to a stranger? Where the living heart
That tends to pop up out of your chest?
Where is the enjoyment in the service of the lady?
Where's the joy in timidity? And that blissful moment
When approaching the door so that
A sudden cry from happiness, like a child?
Where the view, the view that on the face of the maiden
Glow in the ardent flame turns?

So you reading grey eyes,
Song to sing clean voice
To fill the passion of your chest
Feelings described to you poems.
To enjoy my joy
You suffered my pain,
To know the thrill of my life
Feelings described to you poems.

Here's my breast, woman, Bey!
To spare you could.
Would be a little wider to her,
That wound was more!
Dodger, in the breast of this strange
Feature I know:
Deeper than the gaping wound,
The better song of mine.

Alive surrendered to death,
I realized just yesterday:
All the heals in the world
The power of love and goodness.
Let the darkness well,
Let the ends trail -
Do good and you will shed
Soul saving light.

About the woman? Even debunked,
Poisoned, and die,
But the dishonor,
Speaking evil of a woman!