she-wolf

    Passing through that special corner where I first saw her
   — When I first saw her, when her blue eyes, now light gray in my memory
   Directly gazed into mine, and we both felt, I’m sure
   That metaphysical heat of when two different paths cross
   Where love at first glance takes place and
   A new root sinks into both hearts
   Of the two newfound lovers
   And when our shoulders touched
   As the clash of two mountains in which we hiked alone
   To produce an earthquake that instead of bringing us down
   Took us up to the top, I saw, clearly
   The most beautiful view in which she was the most important element —
   An overwhelming feeling of nostalgia made me dizzy
   And I could see, very clearly in the distance, as the sun slowly set
   A tall white she-wolf that turned into ice every piece of asphalt she stepped on
   Of ethereal nature, phased through the bystanders, freezing them in time
   But as she passed through me, and I felt the ice cold of her spirit
   I was not turned into ice, I felt warm, taken over by my flaming heart that beat loudly
   And looking back I could see in both her left legs the permanent scar of a burning.