All over Cuba you can find busts of Jose Marti like this one.
“Yo soy un hombre sincero de donde crece la palma…”
Do you remember that song? The lyrics came from this Cuban poet’s work. It was really all I knew about him until recently. The prolific playwright, poet, children’s author and journalist was one of Fidel Castro’s favourite writers — and one whose words he gave new meaning.
This was the house he grew up in. I’m currently reading La Edad de Oro, his most popular work, and wish I could find it in English.