poem

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.