Your smile Pablo Neruda Remove from the bread, if you will, take my
air,
but do not take away your smile.
not take off the rose, the lance that
shelled,
the water that suddenly bursts
in your joy,
the sudden wave of silver born you.
Dura is my struggle and go back
with tired eyes,
sometimes
he saw the land that does not change, but
entering your smile
rises to the sky looking for them and opens the doors for me all
of life.
My Love,
darkest hour shelling
your smile, and if suddenly you see my blood
stain the stones of the street,
laugh, because your laughter will be for my hands
as a fresh sword.
Near the sea, autumn, your laughter must raise
its cascade of foam,
and spring, love,
I want your laughter like the flower I was waiting,
the blue flower, the rose
sound of my country.
Riditela night,
of the day, the moon,
riditela
crooked roads island,
riditela of this crude
guy who loves you, but when I open my eyes
and when I close it,
when my steps go, when they return
my steps,
negami bread, air,
light, spring,
but your smile never
it because I would die.
