Short Tale: Coyote(tentative translation)

Today the day was born like a cactus that got used to be sparkly and dry and that suddenly blossoms. And I, I decided to take the longest and cheapest way to the Pedagogy building. Despizing all my mother's advices, I went through the path distant-minded, looking at the trees of the Autumn. I was thinking how good the season was with the smell of the middle of things and when all the barks of trees remind me of my Grandmother's Jabuticabeira* tree.
There was this huge tree. And up to its top used to grown the biggest jabuticabas* where I, while a kid, used to climb it to get them. I kept asking myself where that tombboy girl has gone, and why she insisted to appear exactly today...giving me breathe to exercise myself.
The building blossons in the middle of a mountain surrounded by woods and grass. To go up there, I go up a stair with tiny little steps which I pretend to be part of a Mayan pyramid for distracting myself from the corporeal effort I need to have.
I also keep thinking that there is a Big Bad Wolf hid in the woods. The silver and oh so beautiful beast with his primal and attractive howling... but up to this moment, I have met only people. Students quite like myself... coming and going from one building to another, taking a bypath through the woods without having a grand'ma to whom they would take a basket of delicacy.
You know, sometimes I feel annoyed because there are no wolves in Brazil! Only Guará* Wolf, nice as a street dog, but with no silver and furry fur. It is even a beautiful animal, but it is afraid of people and doen't eat meat neither human flesh. Not like the wolf! He could devour the fat grandmother and he is still hungry for the little red hood girl.
I wish I could see, instead of the Pedagogy building's parking lot, a small wood cabin in the middle of the forest! The wood stove lighted up, boiling some tea for the granddaughter.When I was a child I had a Grandmother that lived in a house in the forest... for real. The forest was a big big backyeard with banana, amora* and avocado trees! But for me, since I was little, it was the greatest woods where even a little stream used to flow! There was no wolf, though! Instead, there was a little dog called Léo, moody and brown that I used to love that much.
This is when in the empty(I was late for the class) parking lot, I saw a brown tail behind a car. It wasn't a mouse's, neither a horse's, neither a fox's tail. The tail jumped behind two vivid eyes and a scary big mounth filled with yellow teeth.
It was a starving coyote. He was snorting and wild dancing from one side to the other. I got mesmerized! Chubby as I was I would be a large meal for that animal. I had always waited for the Big Bad Wolf, and appears to me another animal exactly from the States! This one more Mexican than American. Deep marron and skinny, with an evil face. Devil's dog. Grimy and smart. I have felt some pity for him.
Then, the coyote jumps on the car, looks me at my very face and gives a lugh filled with hate and love at the same time. "I will devour you, girl! Like this. Cangaceiro*, telling my stories! Making you feel scary of who I am... the truth! No deceives or phantasies! Neither dress ups or seduction! I am the coyote! The father of everything that exists! I am the starvation that persists! The savage run through the desert! The desesperated howl to the moon! I'm not queer, I am just who I am!"
This time I have got embarashed! Thinking a thought that the deep coyote's vivid eyes were running over right at my hair, complaining like this, that he wasn't the wolf. Then I cryed out: "Am I to blame for my likes?" In an atlethic leap the coyote throws me to the ground. His slime smelling carrion dropping on my forehead and he breathes as he was a dragon about to split fire.
His paw reminds me of my cats, a small and clever paw to such a furious animal! I felt butterflies in my stomatch, and the feeling was growing and growing, cold inside my belly, of lazyness of dying and leaving my read sofa this way, before my cats could ever sit on it. Of leaving my mother without our trip to Paris. Of leaving my nieces before we chat about boys, and my sisters' boys before little mustaches begin to grow. Of leaving my stepdaughter before I have told her one of my stories. Of leaving the little baby that has never grown inside my womb. Of leaving the man before we grown old.
I have looked inside the coyote's eyes and we were so close that both of us were cross-eyed, and I have seen such beautiful things: indians dancing, fire, the desert, the dust, the moon, rivers and a sun.
The coyote was also in love and that was the reason why we came to meet that day. He loves an indian girl who came here today, for a speech(today is the indians' day)... he has dreamed of her for years and years. She was not alike the Indians of his land. She was a tupi-guarani* Indian of dark, straight, long hair, of delicated and full shapes and a face as round as the moon.
Everytime he has howled to the moon, he has thought of her. Everytime that he has ran and ran through the desert he was trying to reach that indian high above the sky, full moon dressed up. And that was this way that he, by chance, came to Brazil. He didn't speak a good Portuguese but we could understand him well.
Then, I was so lucky, that when his mounth was wide open to bite my jugular, the little tupi guarani indian started to sing. And it was a song so filled with rattles and about curumins(indian little boys and girls) that are like girinos(young toads) that the coyote has stopped what he was doing to imagine his own coyote curumins and his future running through the deserts almost woods of Minas Gerais*.
So I entered in the building, went to the restroom, with my hands wet I have cleaned from my shirt the marks of the coyote's paws and I have also washed my face. I was terrible late for the lecture, but I didn't wish to justify my delay, and besides, we were chatting about Krashen* and his theories, thing that always please me to chat about.
Tonight, after packing my things to go living with my Mom for a while. I will thank the Autumn for the encounter! But first, I am going feel glad for my county where there are only peaceful animals, as ourselves, its own people.

Jabuticaba/Jabuticabeira= a native fruit and its tree, the fruit is a small black ball, filled with a white sweet nectar and a sed, the peal is thin and soft so it is eaten by poping the fruit inside the mounth.The bark of the tress peels when it is Autumn.

Amora= a native sweet fruit which resembles blue berries mixed with grapes.

Cangaceiro= a male member of an extinct group of extremists who were engaged in social bandidy in Northeastern of Brazil.

Tupi-Guarani= the most popular Brazilian Indian tribe.

Minas Gerais= one of the Brazilian States, its vegetation, called caatinga or cerrado is a mix of arid vegetation and rain forest vegetation.

Krashen= Stephen Krashen is professor emeritus at the University of Southen California, and is a linguist, educational researcher, and activist.