Your laughter belongs to a tree fissured by lightning, lightning silver
that drops from the sky in the glass breaking,
halving the tree with a single sword.
only leaves the highlands of snow
born a laugh like yours, bienamante,
air is sparked laughter in height,
Araucanian tradition, beloved.
Cordillerana mine chillaneja evident
cut with knives in the shadow of your smile,
night, morning, noon honey,
leap in the air and canopy birds
when such an extravagant light
your laughter breaks the tree of life.
Sonnet LI - Pablo Neruda
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