Vendaval (Général)
Virado
Gale (General)
A new she-wolf lit by the Moon
Heads off to other places
Dreaming of new fields
Where she won’t drown her sorrows
Hiding her mane
In a gale, in a gale
She knows they love her, but they don’t understand her
Because she laughs with a cricket
Releasing yellow pollen
Spinning in her helmet
And dancing with her scarf
In a gale, in a gale
A long time ago, where she couldn’t even see her reflection
Crying among soaps and tiles
Praying for her zero to shake
Hating her future
Pure full moon hiding in the mist
Fading little by little
Lights going out
To grow back and dazzle her moon self
In a gale, in a gale
A lost volcano, lit by the Moon
With warmth well hidden
But unreturned
To a sparrow that from the sky
Soars up without fear
In a gale, in a gale
Hears a howl and rescues herself from her abyss
Finds flowers in her tremors
Gives herself some gardens and erupts with caresses
Overflowing her ashes
In a gale
A long time ago, where she couldn’t even see her reflection
Crying among soaps and tiles
Praying for her zero to shake
Hating her future
Hating her future
Pure full moon hiding in the mist
Fading little by little
Lights going out
To grow back and dazzle her moon self
In a gale, in a gale
