Wind and Asphalt" In the street, a roar of fire, The motorcycle challenges, breaks the game. Under the sun or the moon on his face, Runs without brakes, pure and clear. Engine that beats like a heart, Tires dance with precision. On the asphalt, pure speed, With each turn, the route ensures. Who follows her? No one knows, Only the wind asks for an "open". Roar in the night, shine in the day, The race is his only melody. The clock stops, the street is a witness, Of a fast soul, a friend's body. So on the track, so in the soul, The motorcycle never calms down.