Monstrous she dragged like a crooked crow on a stormy night
If she was uglier would kill us of
If she were more crooked, neither the gravity, gave way
No one knew if she was going or she was
And would going the hideous monster, hissing and crawling
So hideous creature
They say that
Even this abyss, death,
Never recovered
Never recovered
One day in the hills
Crawling as usual
Slipped through the rocks
And among the rocks she arrested herself
He heard their prayers
A fearless hunter
And moving by intense courage
Slipped between the rocks
He wrapped her in his strings
And the monster was saved by him.
The despised and resounding being
She cracked a shy gesture
She lowered his forehead lackluster
Just familiarized to look at the floor
How throughout her life
And without even a word
But he did not allow it to her
He took from his bag wine
And his purse, took bread
And sitting among the rocks
The hunter served to her
She trembled when
She cried while drinking wine
Without understanding, the cause
When she
She had hands!
And golden hair like the sun
Her feet she never had seen
Her feet were very white
And she who lived crawling all their lives
