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Flowers bloom on branches, beauties dance

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"your smile"

Chilean poet Pablo Neruda

If you need to, you can take my bread, you can take my air, but don't take away your smile. Don't touch this rose, it is your fountain, the rain will burst out from your joy, and your joy will burst out in sudden silver waves. How hard the struggle I have been engaged in is, every time I look back with tired eyes, I often see that the world has not turned upside down, but when I see your smile rising up to find me, the doors of life are suddenly opened for me.

My love, your smile will stand out in the darkest day. If you suddenly see my snow sprinkled on the stones of the street, smile, because your smile will become a sharp sword in my hand. On the seashore in autumn, your smile sets off a foaming waterfall. In spring, the season of love, I need your smile even more. It is like a flower waiting for me, blue and rose, blooming in my echoing motherland.

Smile, it challenges the night, the day, the moon, the streets and alleys winding around the island, and the stupid boy who loves you. Whether I open or close my eyes, when I take a step, whether I go back or forward, you can not give me bread, air, light and spring, but you must give me a smile, otherwise, I can only fall asleep immediately.

Flowers bloom on branches, beauties dance

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Love Songs Written in Winter

Chilean poet Pablo Neruda

Under the deep sea in the long nights. Like a running horse crossing your silent name. I stay on your back, alas, seeking shelter, appearing in your mirror, suddenly, sprouting from the darkness on the lonely leaves of the night, behind you. Sweet complete flower of light rewards me with your kissing mouth, beautiful and gentle mouth of determination that cannot be separated. Now it's good, without rest, life and death, always with me, the rails, the cry of rain: all are preserved by the dark night. There is a star full of wind, protecting me, in the thoughts of the evening, as it prepares its gradually darkening clothes to beat in the sky.

"With Her"

Chilean poet Pablo Neruda

Because the times are hard, you wait for me: let us live with hope. Give me your delicate hands: let us climb and endure, feel and break through. We have been through thorns, crouched in the nest of stones, and we have become partners again.

Because the years are long, you have to wait for me: bring a basket, your shovel, your clothes and shoes. What we have to do now is not just for carnations and lilacs, nor to find honey; we need to use our hands to scour and set fires to see if this dangerous world dares to challenge these four firm hands and four eyes.

Flowers bloom on branches, beauties dance. Image from Instagram

"your smile"

Chilean poet Pablo Neruda

If you need to, you can take my bread, you can take my air, but don't take away your smile. Don't touch this rose, it is your fountain, the rain will burst out from your joy, and your joy will burst out in sudden silver waves. How hard the struggle I have been engaged in is, every time I look back with tired eyes, I often see that the world has not turned upside down, but when I see your smile rising up to find me, the doors of life are suddenly opened for me.

My love, your smile will stand out in the darkest day. If you suddenly see my snow sprinkled on the stones of the street, smile, because your smile will become a sharp sword in my hand. On the seashore in autumn, your smile sets off a foaming waterfall. In spring, the season of love, I need your smile even more. It is like a flower waiting for me, blue and rose, blooming in my echoing motherland.

Smile, it challenges the night, the day, the moon, the streets and alleys winding around the island, and the stupid boy who loves you. Whether I open or close my eyes, when I take a step, whether I go back or forward, you can not give me bread, air, light and spring, but you must give me a smile, otherwise, I can only fall asleep immediately.

Source and thanks: Ballet World

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