A little Lorca, slipping into English

When the moon sails forth,

the bells fall still

and there emerge the pathways

that can’t be penetrated.

When the moon sails out,

the water hides earth’s surface,

and thousands of hearts are islands.

Nobody eats an orange

under the full moon's influence.

It is good then to eat

only green and icy fruit.

When the moon sails forth

with a thousand identical faces

and a thousand staked hearts,

the coins made of silver

weep within your pocket.