My part of the on-stage performance at the Camparmento Internacionale Julio Antonio Mella, Cuba, was to read some poetry.
I read these in both english and spanish:
"I leave no trace of wings in the air, but I am glad I had my flight" (Tagore)
"Two roads diverged in a wood, and I, I took the one less travelled. And that has made all the difference" (Frost)
"I am good, and as a good man, I will die facing the sun" (Marti)
I think it went OK
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