Loba

You are teaching me to howl
To clench my teeth tightly
To show my fangs well
To protect myself from the path
To come out on a full moon
To sharpen my old claws
To be a fierce animal
That defends itself from its predator

You are teaching me to howl
To take care of my pack
With passion and loyalty
To be strong and brave
Every time I hear you speak
I feel the rifle against my chest
And your eyes want
To pull the trigger

The more you tell me to be quiet, the more I will want to speak
The more the blow hurts me, the more I will want to fight with rage
History teaches us over and over again
That the path is not the bullet, nor the punishment, nor the muzzle
And I had the privilege of being born in freedom

You are teaching me to howl
I carry the weapon in my throat
The savage comes out to dance
I dust off my instincts
And although I was underestimated
Repudiated, trampled
This skin is a pride
And from the fruit of my chest a city is born

You are teaching me to howl
Every idea is respectable
Except if it jeopardizes
Rights, freedoms
As long as a living being
Does not crush another living being
I am the echo of the voice of the ancestors
It screams not to be forgotten

The more you tell me to be quiet, the more I will want to speak
The more the blow hurts me, the more I will want to fight with rage
History teaches us over and over again
That the path is not the bullet, nor the punishment, nor the muzzle
That I had the privilege of being born in freedom

You have no choice
But to learn to respect