¡Rueda, Fortuna!

tell me. Isn't all future time
much better?
Who manipulates hopes
for their own benefit?
and I forbid prestidigitation
with the foreign illusion
to the forces that surround us.
I offer no resistance to them,
how many millions of years formed
these heartbeats we are in?
What is the point at which
the incredible and the exact coincide?
Experience is the evidence
and questions my strength.
The everyday is no longer real,
or at least I wish it were.

Roll, Fortune!
Roll, Fortune!
Roll, roll, Fortune!

Against the untimely furies
that turn us into monsters.

What put us face to face
with the tick-tock and luck?
It closes the circle of the impossible,
the unpredictable and providential.
The future lasts too long
and time will be a trend.
Nothing is as it was before,
or at least I wish it were.