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
Sunday, April 11, 2010
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