There will be a Moon.
There already is
a little.
And now a full one hangs in the air.
This must be God
digging into the starry fish soup
with His marvelous
silver spoon.
Ci sarà la luna.
Ce ne sta già un po’.
É Dio, probabilmente,
che con un meraviglioso cucchiaio d’argento
rimesta la zuppa di pesce delle stelle.
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