and I laugh with eyes / that have known the brink of tears.
and I know the bells of those eyes / that mix your tears
my rest, your lift of sun with my turn of praise, my knot of worn
And that my veins don’t end in me / but in the unanimous blood
And that the reign of doubt mixes / the bells of those eyes
my nest, your veins that drip in all the pools, a verity of red
Like you I love love, life, the sweet smell of things, the sky- blue landscape of January days. And my blood boils up and I laugh with eyes that have known the brink of tears. I believe the world is beautiful and that poetry, like bread, is for everyone. And that my veins don’t end in me but in the unanimous blood of those who struggle for life, love, things, landscape and bread, the poetry of everyone. Roque Dalton