Izzo ( Jean Claude Izzo) mentions somewhere in the "Marseille Trilogy" that the greatest gift a woman can give a man is to give him her time.

In isolation the phrase may seem arrogant, despite that , when i first read it, it left me with a feeling of a bittersweet tragedy . That was my very first impression and there is no second chance in my first impressions.
Everyday , we all use the word "time " unconsciously in daily dialogues that contain a definition of a word that's  shallow and trivial covering it's real heavy substance , And all of us without exceptions, recognise it ,but we are unable to come face with, it's truth. It's  beginning and it's ending.

In this tragic ephemeral life in whose "ephemeral" is also hidden it's value let us grow up, let us go to school, let us work, let us fall in love , let's live... Live by studying.

Let us read daily, because that is the only way we will get to know the vocabulary of our unfulfilled life in order to turn it around , Let us read , because only in this way we will understand the "syntax" of our daily existence, its long-term proposals ,the commas and it's semi -colons, our happiness, that can be hidden in it´s parentheses.

Let us read, because that is how we will comprehend in our beings eventually the necessity of a mortal plot that is about to make everything worth telling.

It takes a woman to fall in love this much that she is about to manipulate her "time "given and determinate the undetermined chronical series of living only because of it's objective of love in sight .

(on how valuable time is ,on how valuable is that I take my time writing for you ,on how valuable it is to make things mean something in time and on time ) 

Munich , 08.08.25

Art work by David Lynch . 

"Are you gonna say something ,too ? Hello ?"

I promised not to bother you ,but I'm dying for you to greet me "hello".