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.
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