Hacia Lo Salvaje -
Hacia lo salvaje.
He smiles. It is the first genuine expression his face has made in a decade. 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
Not towards death. Not towards freedom. Towards the only honest thing left. Hacia lo salvaje
