The onion is frost shut in and poor. Frost
your days and my nights.
Hunger and onion, black ice and frost
large and round.
.
in the cradle of
my child was hungry.
onion blood
breastfeeding.
But your blood sugar frosted
,
onion and hunger.
. A dark woman
resolved
moon pours
thread by thread into the cradle. Laugh
boy
bring you the moon
when necessary.
.
Lark of my house,
laugh a lot.
Your laughter in your eyes
light of the world.
Laugh so much that my soul to hear
beat in space.
.
Your laughter frees me,
gives me wings. Solitudes
me away, I started
prison. Boca
flying, heart
flashes on your lips.
.
Your laugh is the sword
more victorious, winning
flowers and the larks
Rival of the sun.
Future of my bones and my love.
.
The flesh fluttering,
sudden eyelid,
living like never colored. Goldfinch
goes back much, flap,
from your body!
.
woke up from being a kid:
never wake up. Sad I
mouth:
laugh forever.
always in the crib,
defending laughter feather by feather.
.
a flight so broad, so widespread
,
that your body is the sky
newborn.
If I could go back to the origin
your career!
. Laugh
the eighth month
with five orange blossoms. With five little
atrocities. With five teeth
as five teenagers
jasmine.
.
frontier of kisses
be tomorrow, when the teeth
feel a weapon. Feel a fire
teeth running down the center
looking.
. Fly
child in the chest twice
moon:
he thought onion,
you satisfied.
will not collapse.
not know what happens or what happens
.
MIGUEL HERNANDEZ
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