The white milk of the moon
Words: Mercè Rodoreda
Music: Xavi Múrcia
Translation: Maribel Sánchez Valero
The white milk of the moon
I drink it very slowly.
I devore flowers one by one,
at the table, like a game.
Jealous of it, a cloud gets cracked.
Drops of pearl colour
splash my nose and my hair.
And I leave. I close down
and I shut myself in my island
of the red lilies.
Book: Agonia de llum