-What is Time, can you tell me? asked the blooming-tree.
-Time is a mirror, sweetheart.A magic one, answered the wind.
-That means I can ask:’Mirror, mirror…?’
-Oh no, that is not possible.Never ask Time something straight, cause you'll never get a straight answer.
-How come and why not? said the tree.
The wind blew gently:
-Well, you have to tell Time a story and it will answer you with another one.And so you’ll find out.
The blooming tree fluttered its branches:
-But anyway, how on earth can I talk to Time?
-Oh, it’s easy baby, just live, said the wind.After all, this is the only way you can get every answer you need from Time.
Strada ca o iluzie/The street as an illusion
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