Take bread away from me,
if you wish, but
do not take from me your laughter.
Do not take away the rose,
the lanceflower you pluck,
the water that suddenly
bursts forth in your joy,
the sudden wave
of silver born in you.
Laugh at the night,
at the day, at the moon,
laugh at the twisted streets of the island,
laugh at this clumsy
girl 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.

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