The Legend of Lobo. the old legends, the story of a little wolf country that only knew the winter, raw and cold, desolate and full of snow, only the white of the tundra, that was his world. Many moons heard him scream, saw him weeping many days, the wind was his best friend, confidants birds, and stars his illusions. The Wolf known only coldness and loneliness, but always dreamed of finding something new, wandering everywhere, spent whole days exposing the harsh winter, falling again and again, sick ... and every cold night crying to the moon with a howling different ... deeper ... sadder.
Over the months something new came to your world, one day he woke from his sleep
left his lair and everything that once was snow, now were fields of flowers, the sun was great, the birds sang cheerful The wind was fragrant and divine asked a couple of pararillos, which was all that beauty
-SPRING "they said
and that wolf fell in love, fell in love with this perfercción, of that vast and fascinating nature not could believe his eyes, ran away from home and left lying among the flowers at the sky blue with big white clouds like cotton candy plowing through the sky.
The wolf then saw happiness in his heart, he felt as if boiling water in his veins run directly out of his heart no longer felt cold ... now everything was warm and beautiful and then made a wish: "please, every day of my life, dear God, are like always, that all my days of spring"
The months passed and summer came and fall The young wolf was worried that everything around her changed and no longer wanted things as they were and did again this winter .... the wolf grew and asked - Where was Spring? -
the birds had flown away and no one answered .... I was alone again, immersed in the freezing cold nights and days ... but a star suddenly said - "Lobito, spring return, just wait" - and his heart was filled with happiness, waited patiently ... every day looking at the sky cold, waiting for a response from the sky, a slight change, a sign ...
The wolf had grown, a wolf was old, tired, but still waiting for his beloved season with the same faith and devotion, love kept him alive and standing-out each day, and finally that day so was expected ... too tired wolf by age came out and opened her gray eyes to heaven and gave thanks for good fortune has come .... and the wolf fell innerte ... love kept him alive and only love he could start life ... but could live to be present both expected date ...
Since then, the legend says that wolves howl at the moon every night, no crying for a triteza, if not a call to the spring, so be sure to come forever, never to late back ... that there is always someone waiting for her to be happy ....
he howls at the moon waiting to see again, in spring
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