Laugh at the night,
at the day, at the moon,
laugh at the twisted
streets of the island,
laugh at this 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.
-- Pablo Neruda
at the day, at the moon,
laugh at the twisted
streets of the island,
laugh at this 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.
-- Pablo Neruda
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