full moon, from El Escorial. Madrid ground (24/08/2010) THE LIES OF THE MOON (Pocuentos ")
The moon is a liar," he said.
"SIII? "I answered," do not say that about the moon!
The moon says many whoppers-emphasized.
Why say that?, What ye shall know! The moon is
fragile, round, silver, remote, endless, mysterious ...
That that! "Crushed," cutting my speech pro-Lunera.
Yes, mysterious!, So despite having play.
If we told you shut up. Hush, listen!:
If the shape of the moon is the letter D,
then ... then is: Growing!
And when C is its similarity, Growing
not, no, that is decreasing.
Wow I said to myself, how is the moon!
followed these voices with the martingale
and sang the tune Sephardic:
night I fell in love and the moon
deceived me,
If I fall again
be morning and sunny.
I was afraid of the moon!
And again
not look, do not look at you fools!,
to the sea if you go crazy, do not you see? Do not trust
ever of the moon!
I could not resist and looked.
His nod I stalled in the soul, and kept playing
what had begun,
can not resist a wink of the moon!
morning, I was sweating in the sand,
single, perforated
thousand dreams that had been the sea.
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