La Luna con mejillas de sangre

'White swan in the river,

the eye of cathedrals,

false dawn in the leaves,

am I. They cannot hide!

Who can escape? Who sobs

in the valley’s tangle?

The moon leaves a knife

behind in the air,

a lead-coloured trap

that seeks blood’s cry.

Let me in! I come frozen

through walls and windows!

Open roofs and breasts

where I can be warmed!

I’m chilled! My ashes

of somnolent metals

seek the crown of the fire

among streets and mountains.

But I bring the snow

to their shoulders of jasper,

and I flood, cold and harsh,

the depths of the lakes.

But this night my cheeks

will be stained with red blood,

and the reeds clustered

in wide swathes of air.

I have no shadow,

nowhere they can hide!

Let me enter a breast

where I can be warmed!

A heart of my own!

Burning! Spilling itself

on the hills of my breast;

Let me come in! Oh, let me! (to the branches)

No shadow. My rays

must shine everywhere,

and in dark of the trees

spread a rumour of dawn,

so my cheeks this night

will be stained with red blood,

and the reeds clustered

in wide swathes of air.

Who’s that hiding! Speak out!

No! There’s no escape!

I’ll make the horse gleam

with a fever of diamond.'

[F.G.L.-Blood Wedding]