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Life is constant adaptation
or there is no future. Listen:
life is to be other and other and
yet another constantly
so that for the chameleon
and sepia this means mimesis;
for the eagle it only remains more
speed and more angulations,
that man is enough in cheating.
Life is a collection of opportunities,
if you lose them, you're lost.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem