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Between forgetting and remembering I find myself,
a transmigration of emotions invades me.
The effort of remembering is mixed with forgetting,
like a wandering gypsy in search of his meaning.
Emotion vanishes into thin air,
while the effort to feel makes itself felt.
The reincarnation of thoughts unfolds,
like a dancing gypsy, free and unrestrained.
In the sway of my life, oblivion fades away,
but the memory persists, like a flame that does not perish.
The effort to retain each moment
becomes a journey, an eternal movement.
Emotion, like a river that flows unceasingly, 
carries me along paths of joy and sorrow.
The gypsy of life, in its endless dance,
invites me to feel, to live without frenzy.