When the moon makes noise by Héctor González


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I hear the moon leaving
While listening to voiceless whispers
I see the crownless sun
Every time he deals with his blisters

The salesman of darkness
Refuses to sell me light
He tells me careless
He doesn’t sell at night

But how can I know
when the night is out?
Just listen to the moon
until it heads south