I, like you,
love love, life, the sweet delight
of things, the blue
landscape of January days.
Also my blood bubbles over
laughing through my eyes
which have known the rush of tears.
I believe the world is beautiful,
that poetry is, like bread, for everyone.
And that my veins don’t end in me
but in the unanimous blood
of those who struggle for life,
love,
things,
countryside and bread,
poetry for everyone.
---Roque Dalton
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