Dream A Dream

Your Laughter

Take bread from me, if you wish, take air away, but do not take from me your laughter.

Do not take away the rose, the lanceflower that you pluck

the water that suddenly bursts forth in your joy, the sudden wave of silver born in you.

My struggle is harsh, and i come back with eyes tired. 

At times from having seen the unchanged earth, but when your laughter enters it rises to the sky seeking me and it opens for me all the doors of life.

My love, in the darkest hour your laughter opens, and if suddenly you see my blood staining the stones of the street, laugh.

Laugh because you laughter will be for my hands like a fresh sword.

Next to the sea in the autumn, your laughter must raise its foamy cascade, and in the spring, love

i want you laughter like the flower i was waiting for, the blue flower, the rose of my echoing country.

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 and my steps return

deny me bread, air, light, spring

but never your laughter

for i would die.

~ Pablo Neruda<3