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La lluna nostra ens guarda els ulls
al sud i al nord de la península,
i enmig del temps ens posa junts
malgrat els metres dividint-nos.
Surts al jardí i la veus grossa,
l'orbe que brilla com el sol;
quan jo m'hi endinso, en la fosca,
et trobo en el resplandor ardent.
Si s'alça roja i ensangada,
mes verge tu l'estàs veient,
ella ens somriu enamorada
de saber passat i present.
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Platonic; about the moon
Non-FictionThe cold moon does not feel the embrace of the star guarding her; she sees it from afar, and admires it, and thus believes it to be distant and remote. It is only when when she turns around the rising sun goes towards her. ♧
