The moon entered the room
its dark light sickle-shaped
'La luna vino a la fragua'
the room now forge-of-arrival
'Si muero, dejad el balcón abierto'
and the balcony once open
remains unclosably open, still
'A las cinco de la tarde.'
The clock strikes five
and dusk swallowed the Moon.
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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