there is a time to be born
there is a time to die there is a time
to love
there is a time to throw rocks there is a
time to get angry for a while
reconcile a time to make love
it is a time to separate and these
words were sung a long time ago
about 2500 years ago with a harp that yes
he accorded with the seven strings he came
call the number the city of that age
each of these ropes strings of minutes
he would have to agree with the stars
and with the planets because the time that we
live is an internal time that is milla
in the human and obviously becomes the time
of the cosmos those wisdom and is
always been a big problem
to be able to define it , man always has it
pursued, always sought after forever
started today I am a little here like the
white rabbit of alice no clock in
pocket that in some way marks the
my of our time
time is a rhythm we have learned it
when still in the water of the origins
in our mother’s womb
we could hear the beating of his
heart the beating of our heart and the
ancient Latins have almost invented
all their sponge of what has been
the great civilization of the Mediterranean but
obviously an extremely environment
porous of many stresses have it
transformed into the rhythm of the tron exam
the exam through was the way to succeed
to sing
this beat is the verse of the epic ma
under the direction of the epic in the
extraordinary curves of the cards of the
manuscripts hides this very one
ancient music that is very old
feel and within you in this
moment the heart can beat faster
less strong but it is always the one from
treated ta ta ta ta ta pedant panel
put renzoni you sting you field and that
What is the time to a ride a
crazy scary ride one
extraordinary advance of knights who
along the Troia plain they move into
speed shouting and making the beat
sound of four hooves above one
so-called putrid territory in
Italian is horrible but the 4 pedant
could immediately suffered a gula camp
increases the pace and the even more
rhythm becomes frenzy and frenzy becomes
good love song at night maybe more
beautiful of Latin literature at night
told by ovid in the sad on screen
must leave to leave for
the wish of the emperor who challenges him
the fact that he saw something
that he did not have to see in this last one
night spent in the woman’s arms
who loves
and what is the best spent time or video
melting in her hair sings
the beat of time passing and every
piece of dust that goes down slowly in the
hourglass becomes a whisper of love
sung but for eternity
because it becomes eternal len of the body
currite noctis is this correct plan
but piano horses of the night because if
the night passes in a little while if
Alpe Giare arrives too early
I must whisper my sweet love
the goodbye of my existence
and this never gets foot and hand
joke the death in the dance
is the tambourine the harpsichord and the
shamans pulsate repeating the sound
Ancient exam throw if you do
attention if we were in a long time
weird if we were in another place
but not far from here
in the hills of the Friuli moraine e
we were around 1500 and 68.570 a
necromantic musician and magician that we well
we know and it is but in airplane the great one
master of the chapel of the patriarchs of
aquileia that here still linger in one
almost suspended time we warn him
chasing the bagpipe the bagpipe
with a pulsed foot with a toe
pulsed they went in search of that
systole and diastole of that pendulum that
it enchants the moon and that as we did
the Slovenian witches of the same period
could somehow stop along the
strange crown of the mountains or hills
and hang there for a moment to enchant
it means to sing in the sense of the
things and block for a moment only
but that can last as long as
an eternity
the flow of the sense of time or for the
time is less than its memory stops
deceive the death that obviously in the
dance waits in vain is all there in the
the time of being is the subtle
balance that passes between eros love
energy , energy
we have heard about it before time and
of cosmos and thanatos the death of books
of the hours of the Middle Ages, death appears
with a thin silver crown and
remember not to be afraid of her
will present at the end of ours
existence but not to punish us
will present to ask if ours
time has been a good time spent if the
time we have dedicated to ours
life has been a time full of things
meet a distilled spirit
this will ask us for that obscure lady
and it’s all there in the magnificence of
a space that also becomes time
see how the language of physics
theoretical is so closely embraced with
the language of the art of poetry
of anthropology and philosophy is
that space that time entangled in
a finger that creates in a finger that comes
created in a sense of humanitas and to that
see with a fumus but also with the hand
our opposable thumb is what
it makes us feel for the first time perhaps
in being creators or sub creators in the
shape the shapes and meanings that we
we can have our time between them
hands and in that spark there
of michelangelo in that from mo mo
asleep dreams and dreams because
he still does not live and does not live yet
because it does not have the sense of time that it is
still closed in the mystery instead
of the beginning and before the adamo who is there
after Adam
who will adam the man who gives the names
to the things that steal the soul from the world e
that makes itself a grain of time and
speck of dust in the sense of things
and this is maybe my favorite is the
my favorite because in this kiss
which is exemplified in a style
wonderful painting climbing
Greek vascular of the first polis
we are in the eighth century ahead of Christ
in this vase there is a kiss that lasts from
more than two thousand years
and lasts for more than two thousand years 2,800
years because it has never been given the
time of that kiss becomes a time of
eternity shared exactly like the
finger of god that descends from infinity e
transforms the infinite into present and the
gives the sense and strength of being
beautiful here and now the great one sings it
poet kit in the famous odd one Greece
Praise back on a Greek urn and moon
Greek just this but in what
it consists of that suspended time I am
sure that you have all savored
the essence of that time that precedes the
kiss
because there the breath becomes breath
and the breath becomes wind anemos and the
wind becomes spirit is the spirit yes
it mixes and becomes lukewarm steam and the
lukewarm steam becomes emotion and
the emotion must be shared but must be distilled
as the good rostan said
the app is that escapes the sweetness of the
honey from the corolla of the flower but before
yet that this happens is there all the way
honey sweetness in a kiss not given
that will last in the infinite course of the
time that will last forever
and then horace inspired by a style
like that on a winter night when
time seems never to end, says to
her beautiful in the cone and with long hair
blacks melt them show liters for me
now right now let i
dreams are left hanging under the
eyelashes right below in the bordeaux
extreme of the eye
Never worry about the time that
zeus would have granted not to ask you
How many winters still the toil
rabid waves of the Adriatic this
this instant that precedes our kisses
be our time for eternity
nesci generous the cup with Sabino wine e
then we exchange heaven together with a love
that during the whole night can
last substantially forever
and John Dowland the great author
of the Elizabethan age in this one
size of the music that repeats the
sense of that age and of the Jewish zither
in a musical architecture that speaks
of life and talk about love and talk about
instants and speaks of fugazi moments and moments
feelings and curious concerns
he sings Arabic by sowing on his party one
wonder that it is once again
the charm of a music and the camec and
came gann on the club back again back
still from me sweet love and kind love
let my night be one night
not full of sleep but if a full night
of dreams and what we are
his perhaps best known echoes
conterraneo are a condensation of dreams
a mixture of which our own is woven
life
a dream can seem as long as one
life as long as indefinite and
life can be short and sweet like
only a dream can be and waiting
it is the wait that allows us to
transform memory into will that
allows us to make sense and a
meaning to the things we taste
the whole literature and the whole
philosophy play on the meaning
biding and waiting does not mean
waste time but it means to have
the opportunity to savor it up in
bottom we have no more time today
we run in this mobile device of
toothed wheels that grinds time and lo
reduces in hours of pers
our ciro of pers is probably
He was also here to sing his time
we are afraid of waiting for ours
waiting rooms are a painful misery
we have transformed our life
in waiting for something that does not
it will never come
in transforming our present into a
nothing nor the idea that the future that
obviously the past does not exist yet
that no longer exists they do not buy
meaning if not in this weak
our being here now that transforms
fast the future and in the past
through the sense of memory
We really about us that we recover
we want to be and above all how it is
we want to be
and this is the flash of the myth is the
flash of the rite in the coeval of asthma nus
in the mexico
this man of 12 thousand before Christ has
left the sign of time around the
the color of his hand the breeze and there
let you do is support the
your hand on that hand opens one of you
sort of temporal fascination
for which 12,000 years are summarized in the
contact of a shadow the shadow of that
hand that reminds us of an important thing
that we are like him was human beings
and we need passion
we need to feel strong
through time
the dimension that is only ours because
we perceive there are trees that
they are 10,000 years old is one thing
impressive with leaves that grow to
distance of hundreds of years
from the others but they have no memory of themselves
themselves
I supporting my hand on this
but no
I warned that 12,000 years are
only a moment is only one
beating an instant and then we ask ourselves
as the psalmist sentinel sang
what point did the night come up to?
what a point until we have to
wait and wait
we learn to savor it at night
we learn to imagine listening in
darkness that surrounds us the sound of gods
filaments of the grass growing the
buzz that make the stars when
they pass in the highest skies and perhaps
it’s our inner buzz
crunch of the bench in which
we are seated and do not get tired of
never ask sentinel at what point it is
arrived the night because sooner or later
this will be revealed by a weak person
whiteness that appears to the east and that there
he says that maybe time is for us
arrived but also my attention
now fled because time and
this is the kairos is represented
so from the ancients it is a fleeting moment
he always stays behind us overtaking us
when he wants
we do not realize it but a tuft
a long tuft that fell on it
forehead and we must be careful of them
catch him to take him in the moment
where he passes to welcome him and not to do it
find unprepared
kairos you find it on the coast of
dalmatia will find it perfectly
represented there exactly like
two thousand years ago seize that moment
seize that moment catching
the moment means
to think that our life is full of
time
in the sense that it must maintain fullness
weather
seneca do not hope to add years
to your life but hope to
add life to your years you can
reach an age of over one hundred and e
not having lived for a moment
I could live 30 years ten years a month
an hour only
and that time will be an intact time e
wonderful that gives you the sense of
wonder
and then like the great faust looking
the infinity of the sky after doing the
pact with our personal demon e
each of us has a demon with the
which comes to terms with climbing
on the last one is highest apulia of the
pinnacle of our castle and seeing
that the whiteness of dawn is coming
and tells us that our time is over
we can also tell him moment
fleeing stop because you are beautiful
thank you
[Applause]
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