Yesterday they killed a wolf in the door of my house
with his head defeated on the sidewalk he dreamed
He watched the winery where he fought and slept
with glassy pupil watch the day go by
and the children of his world spoke in a very low voice
of his look.
For the rest of the earth, there? there was a dead dog
a dog that in a few hours would be decomposed
there was to clean the sidewalk from that dark spot,
for the rest of the earth a dead dog is garbage,
but the children played and came back to their side
always silent.
Wolf, if I remember you lying on the road
with the sun curl ndote the loin scrap
to walk to the night battling with your enemies.
Wolf, if I remember you, I also knew
where, how and when you sleep your dream.
for those matters I have not grown much yet.
How would I not remind you if you're there? since my childhood
in a different landscape but the same, if we all passed once.
How I was not going to remind you if your mystery is happier
that many things that we have to count at the cost of a scar,
like a hot iron
that leaves burning memory
without the nobility of your death
and without a peso, with more luck
other than to curse.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)