take bread away from me
❝ Take bread away from me,
if you wish,
take air away,
but do not take from me
your laughter.
Do not take away the rose,
the flower lance that you pluck,
the water that suddenly bursts forth in joy,
the sudden wave of silver born in you.
My struggle is harsh,
and I could come back
with eyes tired at times,
from having seen
the unchanging earth.
But when your laughter enters,
seeking me, i rise to the sky
for it opens for me all the doors of life.
My love, in the darkest hour
your laughter, it opens.
But if suddenly you see my blood
staining the stones of the street, — laugh,
because your laughter will be for my hands
like a fresh sword.
Next to the sea, in the autumn, your laughter
must raise its foamy cascade,
while in the spring, — love.
I want your 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, when my steps return,
deny my bread, air, light, spring,
but never your laughter, for I would die.❞
