full moon at Easter
Dense, soft, air
Orea many streets,
Squares, whose soul is
orange blossom.
resonate near, far, male Clarines
Here, there's flute and oboe
female.
the sky gleams The moon, full moon parasceve
.
Azahar, moon, music,
Interwoven, bathe
The entire city. And soon
Your mind contains
In itself, like a hand
Amorosa. Nostalgia? No. What
and recreate
no time is the time
child's instincts
Fortunately, as
learn
The new plant friend in soil. Eco
That, double the distance, Generoso
you again today,
In legend, to your home.
Et in Arcadia ego.
Luis Cernuda
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