wtorek, 31 stycznia 2017


The wolf is running through the night and shadows of the misty sun :) And if you see the wolf by you widely open eyes you it's not you dream it's the sign, the sign of the wolf, last lone wolf who is watching you, when you are dreaming :) His eyes are with fire, he's fast, dangerous and cruel :D In the twilight when the world is blurring the lone wolf is coming.


Grey and furtive in the final twilight,
he lopes by, leaving his spoor along the bank
of this nameless river that has quenched the thirst
of his throat, these waters that repeats no stars.
Tonight, the wolf is a shade who runs alone
and searches for his mate and feels cold.
He is the last wolf in all of Angle-land.
Odin and Thor know him. In a commanding
house of stone a king has made up his mind
to put an end to wolves. The powerful
blade of your death has already been forged.
Saxon wolf, your seed has come to nothing.
To be cruel isn't enough. You are the last.
A thousand years will pass and an old man
will dream of you in America. What use
can that future dream possibly be to you?
Tonight the men who followed through the woods
the spoor you left are closing in on you,
grey and furtive in the final twilight.

Jorge Luis Borges

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