A moon
large and round,
cotton clouds rides
white, gray and brown.
Its light is not its light.
Who cares!
I just look
Its shine
and my heart
Nor is mine.
I open my chest
as open sand
and I put in the hole
coveted shells.
You are from heaven,
you are from sea.
Who cares!
Moon! Moon!
I just look
Its shine
and my heart
like a cocoon
Nor is mine ....
(Hálvaro Goluboay, adapted version)
Costa Rica, 2008 ©
