WOLF

I am the labyrinth that shows itself in open paths;
Where certainty does not exist, however, doubt does not live;
In the thinking brain of what walks out free ...
Seeking the sun from the clothed fields.

How good it is to feel the freshness of the wind in  body;
That because I am very well,  I've continues to tremble like the wind;
Diving empirically from afflictions in the drust and witer;
And attribuing of the life color of the field flower, life!

Birds, birds, free themselves in of masks;
That men put on bitter rust;
For the loneliness of the time scared by the hand;
From the universe colored in petal colored fruit;
Singing over the blue sea of ​​thinking souls.