The afternoon says: "I'm thirsty for shadow!" And the moon: "I want stars". The crystal fountain asks for lips, the wind, for sighs... / Dice la tarde: ";Tengo sed de sombra!" Dice la luna:"Yo, sed de luceros". La fuente cristalina pide labios y suspiros el viento...

There was a land,
which I suppose,
where everyone had 
    a crooked nose;

and the crooked nose
that everyone had
in no manner did make 
    him sad.

But in that land a man was
born whose nose more straight
and clean was worn;

And the men
of that land with a public hate
killed the man whose nose was
straight...