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BALADA DE UN ANGEL Y UN LOBO
Dark Angel y Gallon Lötjönen
¿Qué hace un ángel en medio de una noche de
luna llena, mientras cae la lluvia?...

Sus alas mojadas, su cabello escurriendo en
sus hombros, su ropa sucia, su rostro apacible,
inamovible, su mirada fija en algún punto
del horizonte...

Un rayo cae iluminando por breves segundos,
se escucha el retumbar del viento...

El ángel no se mueve, ni se inmuta...
solo avanza... lentamente... a través de
la lluvia...

Es media noche, la lluvia ha cesado...

Un viento frío en el ambiente...

Silencio en el bosque...

Luz de luna...

Un ángel...

De pronto se escucha un aullido, desde lo
más alto de la colina...

Un lobo le canta a la luna y el ángel
se acerca a él...

Lo abraza...

El lobo no intenta defenderse...

Las alas del ángel lo cubren suavemente...

No hay testigos, solo la luna que los
ilumina cariñosamente...

Mientras observa....

A los dos seres que ahora parecen uno...

Un ángel y un lobo...

Juntos...

El ángel lo cubre suavemente con sus
mojadas alas y el lobo le ofrenda su
calor....

Silencio....

Sólo se escucha el susurrar del
viento.... pues ningún otro sonido
es necesario

Mientras miran sus ojos....

El lobo se siente fuerte e indefenso....
valeroso, y a la vez aterrorizado

Desconcertado...

¿Porqué la celestial criatura está con él ahora?

No importa ya...

Un relámpago....

La lluvia cae de nuevo...

Y el lobo reanuda su canto a la luna

¿Lo oyes?

Se escucha diferente...

Ya no está sólo....



UN LOBO EXTRAÑO
Gallon Lötjönen
Un lobo yo soy
muy extraño por cierto
un angel protejo
y un angel me cuida

No me juzgues por ello
ninguna culpa tengo
no te resistirías tampoco
si sus ojos contemplaras

En mi corazón entraron
como garras en la carne
en mi recuerdo viven
igual que la luna llena

Su gentil mano me acaricia
y mi dolor mitiga
su divino aroma me invade
y mi tristeza desaparece

A sus ojos asómate
y protegerla desearás
a su alma causa un dolor
y mi rabia conocerás

Ya no me siento solo
porque un angel me acompaña
ya no me siento triste
y nunca más lo estaré

Un lobo yo soy
muy extraño por cierto
un angel protejo
y un angel me cuida



FREEDOM
Lynx Rufus
I long for the trees
But the city is where I live
I don't belong, this I know
I want to be free
But I'm shackled to my desk, my job, my life
I look out the window
And see the other inmates
Shackled in their cars, their suits, their lives
I lift my head and scream....but no one cares to listen
I must break the chains

I run to the trees, to where I belong
I take off my suit, and leave my life behind
I break the shackles holding me back
I run through the trees, farther and farther from the city
I know now I'm home
I know now I'm free



THE WOLF CREDO
Unknow author
Respect the elders
Teach the young
Cooperate with the pack

Play when you can
Hunt when you must
Rest in between

Share your affections
Voice your feelings
Leave your mark



FRIENDSHIP
Moonchild
So close to the heart
Forever knowing who we are
Forever knowing what we are
Living our life, our way

It's trust I seek
And trust I find in you
Open mind for a different view
Living our life, our way

Every day you find something new
Every time you broaden your view
Don't care for what others say
Looking at me, see what you see
Find what there is to see

On your own,
Don't care for what others say
Don't care for what others do
And you know...

But take care
Don't reach too far
Don't try to get something you WANT to feel
While not looking at me.
For then,
Suddenly,
Friendship becomes as brittle
As a piece of rice-paper.
One stroke, and it's torn forever.

Bear this in mind, my friend,
Respect and acceptation as the cornerstones,
And it will be everlasting,
And as strong as steel.
And then, nothing what others say
And nothing what others do,
No wicked games
No evil schemes,
Will ever harm this !

For you......
Eternal friendship,
Eternal light,
Eternal bond,
Eternal...

So close to the heart
Forever knowing what we are
Forever knowing where we stand
Part of the clockwork
we will never fully understand
But that doesn't matter.
For we live our life, our way.



RUN WITH THE MOON
Moonchild
The full moon is rising
By all the powers of the ancient,
give me the strength to withstand this

The slave of the moon is whispering his
prayers
with the breath of
newly formed
but also old aged
earth.

soil...

the longing for...

Running with the moon
in the pouring rain
low down
with the speed of
an enormous beast
but also
with the tender heart
given to him by the mystic light.

GO ! GO ! GO ! RUN WITH THE MOON !

But be gentle

Don't rush

Be gentle

LISTEN !
Don't you hear your heart, tender heart, strong heart.
Don't you hear your breath.
The rising and falling of your chest.

GO, BUT BE GENTLE ...



THE ECLIPSE
Moonchild
A man standing on a pier
Full moon shines
He's cleansed his sole of doubt
He's cleared his mind of thought.
The waves induce a trance, as he watches
while the moon slowly turns black on one side.

The sea retreats, the black slowly becoming
bloodred image of the once bright moon.
The waves continue softer,
as he becomes one with the wholeness of the red moon
Duties done,
choices made,
mind clear,
being as one.

The last piece of brightness vanishes,
and with the last drip of white,
the last drip of consciousness also vanishes.

The cold doesn't matter,
The water doesn't matter.
He's one with his mind,
his mind one with itself.
The trance complete,
the image a whole.

Under a bloodred moon,
somewhere on a pier
sits a being.
Cleansed his soul of doubt,
Cleared his mind of thought.
One with the moon,
one with himself,
One in mind, one in soul, and entity.
There it is, the bloodmoon
There it is, the one sign !

Blackness around, no one sees,
but it's there, sure it's there.
The shift complete the eclipse complete
The change complete, the moon complete.

POWER ! POWER ! POWER !

The climax is here,
the waves gone
the thought gone
the doubt gone.

Slowly, the redness fades back to black
as the light returns from side to side.
And there, on a pier...
A wolf lifts his head.
Waiting, waiting for the cycle to complete.
Then, the last shadow has gone
the last blackness has vanished.
The wolf pulls up, raises his head,
and sings his song to the bright full moon.
In the nearby castle echos sound.
For now and for ever more.


FERAL WIND (FROM FAR AWAY)
Moonchild
Winds blowing
It's night, it's cold, and yet
Winds blowing
Charged air, charged with smells
Warm rocks, distant forests
Nature, life, good smells
Winds blowing
From far away things brought
From far away visions carried
From far away...
Winds blowing
Charged air, charged with smells
Waking plants, dewed grass
Nature, life, magnificent smells

I try to catch it, try to see
I visualise the place
where this wind is blowing from
I visualise the place
where these scents originate.

Winds blowing
Taking my mind
Winds blowing
Carrying my spirit's eye
Taking my mind there.

I visualise the place,
and it is good.
I visualise the place,
unspoiled nature,
warm rocks,
clear streams,
nature,
life !


THE WEREWOLF
Homero Aridjis
Fair traduction from original by Lyceus, 1999
I am the werewolf

I am the werewolf
I am devouring myself

at sunrinse I cut off the ash tree
where the moon sleep,

at midday I burn the grazing land
where the stag eats.

I climb the mountain
to hunt the eagle,

I cut through the seas
fishing dolphins and trutles,

I am the werewolf
I am devouring myself

Alone in the Earth
I howl to my shadow.



BLOOD LUST
Charles Bond (Were_1)
When through my body it courses in my veins
The blood of the beast within means me no pain.
It unlocks my shackles and lets me see,
What it's like to be wild , to run careless and free.

In this form I am confused no more.
I tear off my close and run , not on two legs but four

The pain at first is so intense,
But the blood lust that follows is too immense.
It seems that my hunger cannot be satisfied,
untill all my foes young and old have died.

My claws rips through them as they scream and shout
To silence their cries I rip their throtes out.
When the ambulance finally comes they find only the proof
That the victim was ravaged by a blood thirsty wolf


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