What if… the moon was the size of a pixel
it would be as large as a dull-witted man
(a drop of blood on the skin)
dangle upwards, like Neil Armstrong
and the gold glow of such a moon
would warm me
as if you were physically beside me
are mirages real? the iguanas are near
with glasses on or without
do you feel? – it’s a rosary
from Fatima the scent of the sandalwood tree
will embrace in the night
more than just our fingers
Translation Graham Crawford