They roll on two wheels
Always from North to South
The rising East and the setting West have a pattern
Always setting and closing horizons
They rock and roll
Their whisper expands
Sliding among the trees (the days)
To become dust, only dust .
They juggle
With their dreams and hopes
That will rise over and over again
Welcome primary interaction
Put the world in action
Sure that gravity will reach them
Because our hands and our feet
Will be destiny, jail, moon and sun