Quitame bread if you want .. take away the air, but not me your laughter.
not take away the rose, the lance that you pluck,
the water that suddenly bursts forth in joy,
the sudden wave of silver born in you ...
My struggle is harsh and I come back with eyes tired at times
having seen the unchanging earth ..
but when your laughter rises to the sky seeking
and opens for me all doors of life.
My love ... in the darkest hour your laughter,
and if suddenly you see my blood staining the stones of the street, laugh ..
because your laughter will be for my hands like a fresh sword.
By the Sea in autumn, your laughter must raise its foamy cascade,
and Spring ... love, I want your laughter like the flower I was waiting,
the blue flower, the rose of my echoing country.
Laugh of the night, day, moon, laugh at the streets of the island,
laugh at it clumsy boy who loves you ...
but when I open my eyes and close them,
when my steps go ... when my steps return,
deny me bread, air, light, spring ...
but never your laughter for I would die.
of Pablo Neruda
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