The outstanding writer Dulce Maria Loynaz is the only Cuban creator who for her outstanding work the Royal Academy of the Spanish Language conferred the Cervantes Prize in 1992.

A few years before in Cuba he had been awarded the National Prize for Literature.

She was considered the greatest Cuban writer of the twentieth century.

Born on December 10, 1902 in Havana, Maria Mercedes Loynaz y Muñoz was officially named, although from her childhood she began to identify herself as Dulce.

She was the daughter of Army General Liberator Enrique Loynaz del Castillo. He made his initial studies in his home with private tutors.

From a young age he showed his qualities and sensitivity as a poet. Precisely he was only 18 when he published his first poems. After traveling to the United States and from the year 1920 toured various countries in Europe, as well as Arab countries and Latin America.

In 1927 he obtained a doctorate in Civil Law at the University of Havana.

Some years later he collaborated with different Cuban publications. He gave lectures both in Cuba and in Spain. He also wrote several books.

Among his works are Faith of Life and Garden.

Through time she was one of the most important Cuban poetesses and also of Latin America.

He also played a very fruitful role in his duties as a member of several important institutions, among which were the National Academy of Arts and Letters, the Cuban Academy of Language and the Royal Spanish Academy of the Language.

For his meritorious work he received other recognitions and diverse decorations.

Dulce María Loynaz died in Havana on April 27, 1998.

One of his best-known poems is the titled Ballad of Late Love in which he affirmed:

Love that you are late

Bring me at least peace;

Love of sunset, why lost

Do you reach my loneliness?

Love that you have sought me without seeking you,

I do not know what's better

The word they are going to tell me

Or the one that I do not say anymore ...

Love ... do not you feel cold? I am the moon:

I have a white death and the truth

Far ... "Do not give me your fresh roses;

I'm serious for roses. Give me the sea ...

Love you're late, you did not see me

Yesterday when I sang in the wheat ...

Love of my silence and my fatigue,

Do not make me cry today.

With regard to the beautiful feeling that interweaves human beings and peoples also Dulce María Loynaz pointed out in a poem that entitled precisely Amor es:

Love the delicate grace
of the blue swan and the pink rose;
love the light of dawn
and that of the stars that open
and the smile that stretches ...
Love the fullness of the tree,
love water music
and the sweetness of the fruit
and the sweetness of sweet souls ...
Loving the kind, is not love:

Love is to put on pillow
for the fatigue of each day;
it is to become alive sun
in the yearning for the blind seed
who lost the path of light,
imprisoned by her land,
defeated by her own land ...

Love is untangling tangles
of roads in the darkness:
Love is being a way and being a ladder!
Love is this love what hurts us,
what bleeds us well inside ...

It is to enter the heart of the night
and guess the star in germ ...
The hope of the star! ...

Love is love from the black root.
Love is to forgive;
and what is more than to forgive,
is to understand ...
Love is to press on the cross,
and nailed to the cross,
and die and rise again ...

Love is to resurrect!