Serú Girán
Seru Giran
Saint Francis and the wolf
Good night,
the wolf began to speak.
I am here for the last time.
In the forest my days used to be spent
wild and cruel,
safe in my solitude.
Your voice made me see,
your light kept me away from evil.
The children smiled when they looked at me
and love made me cry.
But one day the man
badly began to treat me;
They opened wounds that will never close.
Father, I will be fierce again,
my claw will be deadly;
I will be scary again
and fear will be my home.
The forest will hear
howls of a storm.
I will be fierce again,
a lightning bolt in the darkness.

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