A Divine Falling of Leaves
(For Spanish translation click here)

Moon! Crown of an enormous head,

dropping leaves into yellows shadows!

Red crown of a Jesus who thinks

tragically, soft of emeralds!

Moon! Reckless heart celestial,

why do you row this way, inside the cup

full of blue wine, toward the west

whose stern is defeated and painful?

Moon! It’s no use flying away,

so you go up in flames of scattered opals;

maybe you are my gypsy heart

who wanders in the blue, crying verses! . . .