Laughter

Remove bread from me, on the off chance that you wish,

remove air, however

try not to take from me your chuckling.

Try not to remove the rose,

the spear bloom that you pluck,

the water that abruptly

blasts forward in delight,

the unexpected wave

of silver brought into the world in you.

My battle is brutal and I return

with eyes tired

now and again from having seen

the perpetual earth,

in any case, when your chuckling enters

it ascends to the sky looking for me

what's more, it opens for me all

the entryways of life.

My adoration, in the most obscure

hour your chuckling

opens, and if unexpectedly

you see my blood staining

the stones of the road,

snicker, on the grounds that your giggling

will be for my hands

like a new sword.

Close to the ocean in the pre-winter,

your giggling should raise

its frothy outpouring,

what's more, in the spring, love,

I need your giggling like

the blossom I was hanging tight for,

the blue blossom, the rose

of my repeating country.

Chuckle at the evening,

at the day, at the moon,

chuckle at the wound

roads of the island,

chuckle at this awkward

kid who loves you,

in any case, when I open

my eyes and close them,

at the point when my means go,

at the point when my means return,

deny me bread, air,

light, spring,

however, never your giggling

for I would pass on.