Hacia Lo Salvaje Site

Hacia lo salvaje.

A wolf howls. Not at the moon—the moon is a sliver, indifferent. The wolf howls because it is a question mark thrown into the dark, and the dark answers with silence. Hacia lo salvaje

He does not know if he will find a town on the other side of the pass. He does not know if the snow will come early. He only knows that tomorrow, he will wake before the sun, and he will walk further. he will wake before the sun