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E 'can I ask you, live your life intensely, enjoying every single moment of existence, taking advantage of every opportunity , of all knowledge, without remorse, regret, being themselves, consistent with their previous choices? And 'this possible, I wonder, living in the city, working in the office at the computer for 9 / 10 hours a day, in an era of huge anti-social, indifference and cynicism? Jean-Dominique Bauby, it Diving Bell and the Butterfly says: "... the opportunities that I did not want to seize, the moments of happiness that I let fly away ... I was blind and deaf I needed or necessarily the view of infirmity to see my true nature ... " But perhaps we already live in a heavy diving suit that paralyzes us? And if it had come from his illness, miraculously, Bauby was able to capitalize on that sad past to better live your life? Initially, perhaps, but then what? It would gradually collided with the apathy of others and with a little word, that the decision seems tiny, but in fact is a Boulder: routine. E So what should I do? Turn me into a little hippie, become naive and tell the world that life should be lived, that we must all wake up from this existence of sleepwalkers and discover other values, the most important and essential? But how? I do not know. Sometimes me and then I lock myself in all these fine words will stream straight into the oblivion of boredom and laziness. Why I should just start making the first step? I'm well enough alone. Some films I hurt others very badly. I want to go to the beach and see only an expanse of water, rocks and figs. I want to eat a fig, just picked from the tree. I want to sleep in a hammock in my backyard a few steps from the beach. I want to see white houses. I want to see you smile all time.

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Like every day, even this morning I get up, have breakfast, get dressed and I zig zag between cars with my bike psychedelic. While they are behind a blue bus, I was joined by Lord of the clocks: a skinny little chap thin, unshaven for a few days, the 50 poorly kept, fisherman hat, toothless. Little box. They're all squared like these here. I look at it, turn off the ipod. Watch here how many squared like. I can not even go by bike. Uh yeah, it's really true. They are better than our bikes. The light turns green. The blue bus and we part, slowly, we move together toward the center. The Lord watches alongside me. I took a liking to guess. Rather than spend money on squared like, I'd rather buy a nice watch like this. Even when you do not hear ticking. To hear his little heart beating, you have to put his ear and then you feel it. Bello. Not to brag, but I'd say it may bear the appointment of a collector of watches. Oh yeah? How many do you have? About 200, all with their own package. Do you think that once a man told me that he collected watches but then when I asked him how he had told me 15. Is it truly a collector? No no. Not really. There. But what you spent for all sti watches? About half a billion. Wow! With that money you did better then buy a little box. He laughs heartily showing the gaps between the few remaining teeth. Ahahahahah! Nice! Nice! In the square Pontida our paths diverge. Happy journey! You too! Go with God! I hear him say it before you slip into a side street. It 's so this morning I met the Lord of the clocks.