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.
