When I was a child, I asked the four winds to make time go by more quickly. I deceive not to know that time is voracious when the adult has already lost the hurry. I am in a hurry, yes, in a hurry to collect stories, entertain my soul, mediate calm and dawn in a party. I am in a hurry to untie the rancor, to share joys, to extend my steps and to fill the gaps. I need to run after the world, adjust the pointers and live for the whole the time I have left.
