Take away the bread, if you like, take my air, but do not take away your smile. Do not take away the rose, the lance that Gin, the water that suddenly bursts in your joy, the sudden wave of silver that I was born. Dura is my fight and I come back with eyes tired at times, he saw the land that does not change, but entering your smile rises to the sky looking for me and it opens for me all the doors of life ... (taken from Poetry Love Pablo Neruda's "your Smile")
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