A Wolf in love with the Moon,
every night climbed to the top of the mountain
to show his love to the Moon.
His howls were melodious and rhythmic,
deliberate and progressive.
His howls spoke of love and each night were more intense.
The Moon, grateful, stroking his hair with her light;
and the Wolf, who in his intense love does not reasoned,
he thought he could reach the moon.
Night after night, the wolf did not miss his appointment,
howled harder to the moon, thinking, crying.
Could the moon come down to me?
Dark nights and the Wolf does not saw her moon.
He was howling desperately,
but no response from his beloved Moon.
As the nights pass the Wolf was getting sad.
Very time more sadder, and his Moon did not appear.
Not answered, his throat in pain, continued howling.
One night, black as grief,
the Wolf stopped howling...
His sadness seized him and died,
with the eyes open to the black sky.
And the Moon behind the clouds search for his love;
with the deeps sorrow could not find her lover.
Even when the Wolf was gone the howls can still be hear,
and the bright of the Moon looking for her loving Wolf.
