POEM OF ROQUE DALTON
***LIKE YOU***
Me as you
I love the love,
life,
the sweet charm of things
the celestial landscape of January days.
Also my blood boils
and laugh for the eyes
who have known the outbreak of tears.
I think the world is beautiful
that poetry is like bread,
of all.
And that my veins do not end in me,
but in the unanimous blood
of those who fight for life,
love,
things,
the landscape and the bread,
everyone's poetry.
