Turn the wheel of the slow life
for soft newborn baby,
but we see his hair graying
the fastest judges a storm.
suddenly dives and haunts you
in the black abyss of oblivion,
and on the next lap, reborn,
presents you with pleasure and joy.
Attentive ved the turn of the wheel,
as tenacious repeats its journey
waters missed our memory:
future the past is deserved
of complete failure or victory,
stalking our way submerged.
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