Your laugh


Pablo Neruda

Bola, Praia, Feliz, Oceano, Rosa


Take the bread from me, if you like,
take my breath away, but don’t
take your laugh from me.
Don’t take the rose from me,
the spear you defoliate,
the water that suddenly
it springs from your joy,
the sudden wave
of silver that is born in you.
My fight is hard and I return
with tired eyes
sometimes unseen
that the earth does not change,
but when your laugh enters
go up to the sky looking for me
and open me all
the doors of life.
My love, in the moments
darker loose
your laughter and suddenly
you see that my blood stains
the stones of the street,
laugh because your laugh
it will be for my hands
like a fresh sword.
At the sea, in autumn,
your laughter must lift
its foam cascade,
and in the spring, love,
I want your laugh like
the flower I was waiting for,
the blue flower, the rose
of my sonic homeland.
Laugh at night,
of the day, of the moon,
laugh at the streets
island pies,
laugh at this rude
boy who loves you,
but when I open
the eyes and close them,
when my steps go,
when my steps return,
deny me the bread, the air,
the light, the spring,
but never your laughter,
because then I would die.


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