He removed one by one, the hands to the wall clock and saw that band numbers, orphaned and any sense or reason for being, until a certain wine to rest on him:
"No time. Only happenings ..."
Thus, banished from his Word and his plans are before and after and settled in an eternal daily while changing shape with each event, with each new issue, fact, event or situation.
No one noticed the change. Only he knew more full, more serene, ... something like happy.
Someone on the street asked "Do you have time, please?"
"No, no," he said.
"But ... you know what time it is?
-It ... Now she said, and walked away, shrugging his shoulders slightly to hide the laughter.
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