Poetry

Lorca Translation

LA LUNA ASOMA (THE MOON COMES OUT)

When the moon comes out

the bells fade into silence

and impenetrable paths

come to light.

 

When the moon comes out

the sea floods earth’s surface,

the heart feels like an island

in the infinite.

 

Nobody eats oranges

under the full moon.

You eat only green

and icy fruit.

 

When the moon comes out,

one hundred identical faces,

the silver coins in your pocket

weep.

Cuando sale la luna
se pierden las campanas
y aparecen las sendas
impenetrables.

Cuando sale la luna,
el mar cubre la tierra
y el corazon se siente
isla en el infinito.

Nadie come naranjas
bajo la luna llena.
Es preciso comer
fruta verde y helada.

Cuando sale la luna
de cien rostros iguales,
la moneda de plata
solloza en el bolsillo.

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