Cuando la Luna Llora

The moon bleeds
Cries her misfortune
Lying in a cradle
With bloodstains from untimely death
I tear her belly without reason, take her child
Drown him in the lagoon (x2)
If the rain cleansed sins
Erased the gaps in memory
Of all the gray poems
That sleep in tears singing sad stories like parodies
Of the moon and the vile poet and illiterate of feelings and dead among the scum
Drunk poet cried smoked lost in nostalgia
In his rage he invoked spirits of the night
That appeared in the distance
It was magic, it was the wise moon
Adolescent, incandescent, legendary
Almost nothing more, the belly of love fell into the river and that samurai poet, made love to her, a cold love
And in delirium they fell in love
Dreamed of going to heaven and behind the veil
With blood they made a pact, swore to love the night without reproach
They loved each other
Now the moon feels dizzy, vomits stars with longing, cried scared
And realizing she is pregnant and thinks
That her future is dark and asks for God's help, she only prayed but
Trembled
Her belly was small and cherished by the father of the child
And in a short time the dream crumbles
And distorts
The lullaby became a sad ballad, the saxophone that made the moon cry
The moon bleeds
Cries her misfortune
Lying in a cradle
With bloodstains from untimely death
I tear her belly without reason, take her child
Drown him in the lagoon (x2)
The moon cries the hours and collapses the uncertainty with which she lives
Her family kicked her out of the sky
And the poor poet writes but does not live from his writings
They argue and ended up separated
But the silver child is still alive
Sad suicidal and homicidal ballad you
Wretched death
The moon stained the sheets with the blood of her belly
They aborted their dreams
And so the little one died and so they will handle his death
The moon cries begs for forgiveness seeks her son among the stars
The poet writes his ink is the tears of this sky
The weeping of his landscape the black flowers that grew
He embraced his sad beloved forgave her and so they continued
Poem of black moon and black angel who cares
The black nights of the black poem
Looking at the full moon, full sheet full of good songs
To dry the eyes of the moon
Her secret lover