must be slow as an old train to the countryside and peasant dressed in black, as if going to magically open up and see the world because the walk is leafing through a book and instead is looking to run only the cover .
must be slow, loving the stops to watch the progress made, to feel the fatigue as a melancholy comquistare limbs, envy of those who invent anarchy sweet one moment to the road.
must learn to stand on its own and wait in silence, every now and then be happy to have their hands in their pockets only.
go slow and respect the time, living with a few things of great value, with boredom and nostalgia, with the heart immense desires sealed and ready to explode or pointing toward the sky because a thousand narrow forbidden.
go slow and ruminating, imitate the look of infinite oxen, patiently waiting for the dogs, knowing how to fill the day with a sunset, bread and olive oil.
Going slow means having a large wardrobe of dreams, with great stories for little travelers ...
going slow is the flosofare of all, living at another speed, closer to the beginning and at the ends, where you experience the world's largest ...
means go slow to fall without getting hurt, do not drown in the emotions manufacturers, but be faithful to all the senses, taste the earth with the body that we are experiencing ...
go slow means to thank the world, filling to do with it ...
(From Thought Meridian Franco Cassano)
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