Wolf Stalk with long fangs, claws of steel, quiet and with a frightening chill, waiting behind every corner, when I go to pass, not my grandmother's house because I have no. No matter where or when. At the moment eluded their verbal envestida called delicious, where put honey on my lips, and to meet me. Where my gut tells me, "If you get you eat." So when I go out of step with delicate movements not to be heard my footsteps on the pavement. Even in my nightmares appears Lobo. I swear if I see him I will not ask, why your mouth is so great, silent and move on. So I will avoid gobble as an innocent Red Riding Hood, I live with the uncertainty that one day I caught invulnerable or just asleep. I have to stand firm on is excessive pursuit race. If you see the Wolf did not tell him you saw me, okay? And in case you do not stay long with him because he will not be to be you, its next bite.
© 2011 Rosana Marti
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