You laugh poster

You laugh at Quítame el pan, you want, quitame el aire, I'm not even you laugh. I don't quite la rosa, la lanza que desgrazas, she watches that in the first place stalla en tu elegrade, la sudina ola de plata that nails you. Mi lucha es dura y vuelvo con los ojos tired of haber vista la tierra que na cambia, pero al entrée you laugh sube al cielo buscándome y opens up to me all the puertas de la Vida. Darling love, en la Hora mal scum desgrana tu laugh, y si de boa ve mi bleed las piedras de la calle, ríe, why do you laugh will be for more brothers as a fresh sword. Together al mar en otoño, you laugh debe alzar your foam wedding, y en spring, amor, quiero tu laugh like la flower that yo Esperaba, la flower blue, la rosa de mi patria sonar. Ríete de la noche, del día, de la luna, ríete de las calles toridos de la isla, rhyet of this muchacho torpe that wants you, pero cuando yo abro los ojos y los ciero, cuando more pasos van, cuando vuelven mis pasos, niégame el pan, el aire, la light, la spring, pero tu never because i'd die. Pablo Neruda //English Take breath away from me, if you wish, take air away, but do not take from me your laughter. Do not take away from the rose the lanceflower that you pluck, the water that sudsts burst in your joy, the sudden wave of silver born in you. My struggle is harsh and I come back with eyes at times from having seen the unchanging earth, but when your laughter enters it rises to the sky trying and it opens for me all the door of life. My love, in the darkest hour your laughter opens, and if suddenly you see my blood stones of the street, laugh, because your laughter will be my hands like a fresh word. Next to the sea in the autumn, your laughter must raise its foamy cascade, and 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 me bread, light, spring, but never your laughter for I would die. Pablo Neruda