de: Pablo Neruda poem """Sometimes""

  Of course
you smile
  and it does not matter how cute
  or the ugly
  the old
  or how young
  how much
or how little you really
be
  Smile
what if it were
a revelation
and his smile nullifies
all of the above
they expire instantly
their faces as masks
his hard eyes
fragile
like mirrors in oval
his mouth biting
his chin of caprice
  his fragrant cheekbones
  his eyelids his fear.
   Smile
and you are born
take over the world
  look without looking
defenseless
nude
transparent
  And maybe
if the smile comes
  from very
from deep inside
  you can cry
simply
without tearing
without waiting
without summoning death
  nor feel empty
  cry
only cry
  then his smile
if it still exists
it becomes a rainbow.