Deambulo por las calles,
olfateo exquisitos olores
que me envuelven
me hacen del todo desear.
Me recuerda aquel tiempo,
que a pesar de no ser manjar,
algo había que probar,
saciar hambre quedaba atrás.
Algunas caricias en mi lomo,
besos por doquier regalar,
lamidas de mi trompa
para sellar nuestra amistad.
Pero aquella fatídica tarde,
el piso empezó a temblar,
a pesar de que nos escondimos,
solo yo pude ver el brillo.
Mi amo donde esta,
nadie me podía escuchar,
no esperaba que entendiera,
solo él era capaz.
Empezó a apoderarse de mi,
algunas veces era frío,
otras un calor de no soportar,
cálido o no, pero siempre en soledad.
Con el tiempo defenderme
tuve que agregar,
a esas enseñanzas
que no eran basica señal.
Hambre de vez en cuando,
más que el de saciar,
pero ahora con amigos,
quienes rondamos unidos.
En eso el sentimiento llegó
muy dentro de mi nacio,
unos pequeños yo,
a quienes he lamido.
Toca la hora de cazar,
y no la presa sino el pan,
aquel de buena gana da,
una joven que hago brillar.
No se porque se alegra tanto,
ella de su pan me da,
me pregunto si no tiene hambre,
como para todos los días dar.
En mi boca la sirvo,
la llevo hasta el hogar,
verlos felices y saciados,
me hace pensar en otra oportunidad.
I wander the streets,
I sniff exquisite smells
that envelop me
make me long for everything.
It reminds me of that time,
that in spite of not being a delicacy,
something had to be tasted,
to satiate hunger was left behind.
Some caresses on my back,
kisses everywhere to give away,
licking of my trunk
to seal our friendship.
But that fateful afternoon,
the ground began to tremble,
even though we hid,
only I could see the glow.
My master, where is he?
no one could hear me,
I didn't expect him to understand,
only he was capable.
He began to take hold of me,
sometimes it was cold,
sometimes it was cold, sometimes it was unbearable heat,
warm or not, but always in solitude.
Eventually I would defend myself
I had to add,
to those teachings
that were not a basic sign.
Hunger from time to time,
more than that of satiating,
but now with friends,
who we roam united.
In that the feeling came
deep inside my birth,
a little me,
whom I have licked.
It's time to hunt,
and not the prey but the bread,
that one willingly gives,
a young girl that I make to shine.
I don't know why she is so happy,
she gives me her bread,
I wonder if she is not hungry,
as to give every day.
In my mouth I serve her,
I take her home,
to see them happy and satiated,
makes me think of another opportunity.