LIKE YOU
.
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 look through eyes
that have known the buds 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 life,
love,
little things,
landscape and bread,
the poetry of everyone.
.
El Salvadore
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