MAN LOOKING AT THE MOON POEM OF MARIO BENEDETTI

MAN LOOKING AT THE MOON
POEM OF MARIO BENEDETTI

I mean I looked at her because she
he hid behind the cloud screen
and all because many lovers of this world
they subtly gave him the olive

with its reluctant shine the moon
for centuries he managed to transform
the love belly in garufa cursilínea
Terrestrial injustice in pain lapiz lazuli

when rich lovers looked at her
from its tedios and its pavilions
satelizaba of the beautiful thing and I heard
that the moon was a cultural phenomenon

but if the poor lovers contemplated it
from your anxiety or from your famines
then the waning closed the eyes
because so much misery was not for her

until a casual night of moon
with soft bats with ghosts and everything
those poor lovers looked at each other
they said no more to fuck selene

they went to their bed with worn sheets
with acrid smell of dull sex
its crunchy crunch

and free forever from the lunatic moon
they fornicated at last as god
or rather, as God suggests.