Pena Lunar
Silvana Estrada
Lunar Sorrow
Celestial moon turning without looking
The silent wind from red to saffron
Born autumns lacking the sea
You return calmly of blue and chance
Seeing that in your eyes people leave
From one side to the other without going to look for you
And you calmly keep your urge to scream
And tiredly light up your lunar sorrow
Celestial moon
