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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