Where the Wild Things Are

Oh, please don't go—we'll eat you up—we love you so!

And now," cried Max, "let the wild rumpus start!

And Max, the king of all wild things, was lonely and wanted to be where someone loved him best of all.

There should be a place where only the things you want to happen, happen

I have nothing now but praise for my life. I'm not unhappy. I cry a lot because I miss people. They die and I can't stop them. They leave me and I love them more...What I dread is the isolation. ... There are so many beautiful things in the world which I will have to leave when I die, but I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm ready.

And [he] sailed back over a year and in and out of weeks and through a day and into the night of his very own room where he found his supper waiting for him and it was still hot

And the wild things roared their terrible roars and gnashed their terrible teeth and rolled their terrible eyes and showed their terrible claws.

And the walls became the world all around.

Then from far away across the world he smelled good things to eat, so he gave up being king of the wild things.

But the wild things cried, “Oh please don't go- We'll eat you up- we love you so!

Se acabó!" dijo Max, y envió a los monstruos a la cama sin cenar. Y Max, el rey de todos los monstruos se sintió solo y quería estar donde alguien lo quisiera más que a nadie. Entonces desde el otro lado del mundo lo envolvió un olor de comida rica y ya no quiso ser el rey del lugar donde viven los monstruos.

Oh, please don't go — I'll eat you up — I love you so!

He’s just a boy, pretending to be a wolf, pretending to be king