Dog

 Once upon a mystery, I tell,

 It does long time already, sees horrifyingly,

 They were crying out in the hell…

 There was no step to the purgatory,

 Where concupiscent gentleman dwell,

 It falls down winter of chunk in little,

 They abound in this inferno, litter,

 Insects, monsters, malignant, perverse,

 Also rare and furious false…

 How hungry wolves all the perfidious ones,

 Nevertheless, it was a history this one dog,

 Chancrous, cancerous, unfaithful as few ones,

 Not as others, so uncertain in its game,

 Made ice was hesitating fires,

 I throw to the turn my laments,

 For it to lead disaster,

 Without manners, and traitor since then.

 Dog! My dog is very sonso,

 Silly, sad, clean its powders,

 Dog! It rocks its tail well-behavedly,

 Pendejo, fool, brute I make a row…

 Dog! It was mine, not of other one, be safe!

 Myth would be if I contribute something to him,

 Dog! I wait for myself for giving it coconut,

 Be, it lost hope, despaired, for the rise ortho cut.

 A cock, I show restraint for this dog,

 Rabid, furious, hostile and morbid,

 With guts intertwine lips,

 And for snout stained with blood hanging tatters,

 Throw candles! Frightful shout was heard,

 Canine so odious as worm in maize,

 It barked to the thief for its member…

 Piece of disguised vulture,

 Only because it was throwing at the dice,

 Those which I possess,

 They would take me for neglected,

 If I will leave his income, do not have it confined,

 I will deny his return to the most finished sky.

 Dog! My dog is very sonso,

 Silly, sad, clean its powders,

 Dog! It rocks its tail well-behavedly,

 Pendejo, fool, brute I make a row…

 Dog! It was mine, not of other one, be safe!

 Myth would be if I contribute something to him,

 Dog! I wait for myself for giving it coconut,

 Be, it lost hope, despaired, for the rise ortho cut.

 I freeze the foundations, and uselessly evicted,

 He would die in the attempt of raising this one I lodge,

 Consecrated place that the dog in its uproar, unlucky,

 It makes it resemble to a site of clashes,

 Slow I am looking for his space,

 And it that to me has not presented,

 I know it for being a dog misplaced,

 It did not matter for me if it is very fierce,

 Brave! He still had his excess,

 Walking between bones, remains,

 Feeding its unhealthy rites,

 Stealing mellow breads,

 Culminating for archaic ways.

 Dog! My dog is very sonso,

 Silly, sad, clean its powders,

 Dog! It rocks its tail well-behavedly,

 Pendejo, fool, brute I make a row…

 Dog! It was mine, not of other one, be safe!

 Myth would be if I contribute something to him,

 Dog! I wait for myself for giving it coconut,

 Be, it lost hope, despaired, for the rise ortho cut.

 Indeed, it was a deceitful dog, a plague,

 Fool up to the nonchalance,

 It has been always meats and sheets,

 It demands to be forgotten,

 That has born blasphemy,

 I support since I have had a good time.

 When I knew him, brought closer,

 In the corner for its owner,

 Years already they have happened,

 And it continues being inept,

 It neither advances, nor knows of progress,

 Neither it manages to tire at least.

 Dog! My dog is very sonso,

 Silly, sad, clean its powders,

 Dog! It rocks its tail well-behavedly,

 Pendejo, fool, brute I make a row…

 Dog! It was mine, not of other one, be safe!

 Myth would be if I contribute something to him,

 Dog! I wait for myself for giving it coconut,

 Be, it lost hope, despaired, for the rise ortho cut.

 This way I believe it as defaulter of the cocky greyhound,

 Almost I calcine it, or burn, or gild him…

 Slow there in this cauldron and is him, I am hot,

 After several minutes to the ardor,

 That I take within, my passion,

 For seeing it again between sobs,

 A finicality, several efforts,

 Not to continue being twisted,

 From end to tail, without biting it,

 neither obtaining it, don’t possessing it,

 Bony it that has it vicious.

 Dog! My dog is very sonso,

 Silly, sad, clean its powders,

 Dog! It rocks its tail well-behavedly,

 Pendejo, fool, brute I make a row…

 Dog! It was mine, not of other one, be safe!

 Myth would be if I contribute something to him,

 Dog! I wait for myself for giving it coconut,

 Be, it lost hope, despaired, for the rise ortho cut.