"Lunar wolf" [poem]

in a gloomy night with the soft caress of the poisoned air

damneds flys away like fallen leaves in the distance

that which in silence is the space between one heart and another.

The white wings of winter clothe the night

world blank shelter of the wolf cry that covers everything

murdering the pink mystic sheltered in a lunar silver box.

October is the frozen tears longed for the earth,

a wolf that despises the pack;

the teeth chatter until they fall,

blood flows from his wounds in the eyes, legs and snout

the flame has escaped and is extinguished.

Souls do not find shelter from the world:

where the eternal indifference reigns...

the stars become opaque,

the eyes lose their intensity.

A black hole is swallowing every light that passes through it'smouth.

The wolf in his taciturn agony, looks for the last time at the moon,

the dead girl who watches us over a dying land.

She gently enfolds the wolf who returns to the port of hers light in his lunar mantle.