Like you (Como tu)

Like you I,
love love, life, the sweet delight
of things, the blue
landscape of January days.


And my blood boils up
and I laugh through eyes
that have known the buds of tears.


I believe the world is beautiful,
that poetry is, like bread, for everyone.


And that my veins don't end in me
but in the unanimous blood
of those who struggle for life,
love,
little things,
countryside and bread,
the poetry of everyone.

Roque Dalton