Lluna d'Algeps

A moon of algeps combs its hair
fish battering while sailing the sea.
Merchant of silver crowns.

A moon of algeps dances with lust with him.
It adorns his waist with serpent hair.
At night the starry sky becomes.

I wait for you here, sitting at the port from which you left
while in the water, slowly unfolding those violets.
I wait for you here, sitting at the port from which you left

and the Sun brings me your news: it doesn’t want me to wait.

Cruel moon, you hide in the sky.
The storm comes roaring from the East.
Merchant, today I won’t embrace you either.

A moon of algeps says it can’t do anything.
God cries out loud, while it rains in the sea.
With the breath... I’ll make myself a bracelet.