Hermano Lobo

Hail, wolf brother,
lost in the desert,
you satisfied your appetite,
happy once again
and you return with your belly and snout satisfied,
nothing can keep you away from instinct, old wolf.

Hail, wolf brother,
the pack awaits you,
you can tell us everything
or say nothing.
Perhaps the innocence of your wounded paws
forgive your bravado and soothe your soul.

Wolf brother, who can say what your skin is
if you dress as a lamb and do it well.
How sweet your gaze and how sensual your condition,
the grandmother in the closet and you on the mattress.
Don't expect me to believe you, big liar.

Hail, wolf brother,
from Washington to Russia
you proclaim in your own way
your dignity, your cunning.
The fight against the carnivorous bear was tough,
you won even though they passed over the rabbit again.