Por la tumba del cortijo
Donde está el padre enterrado,
Pasa el hijo, de soldado
Del invasor: pasa el hijo.
El padre, un bravo en la guerra,
Envuelto en su pabellón
Alzase: y de un bofetón
Lo tiende, muerto, por tierra.
El rayo reluce: zumba
El viento por el cortijo:
El padre recoge al hijo,
Y se lo lleva a la tumba.
Por la tumba del cortijo (Verso XXVIII)
 by Jose Marti
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