We need both weightless moments of leisure and the heaviest blows to our self. Without another there would be either absolute boredom or endless pain. For that matter life makes sense. Maybe not too close to the extremes. A matter of balance. Shit, and I miss dancing so badly now, these endless work days give me impression that time is either frozen or going backwards. And Pink Floyd never sounded so good. Happens that if my t-shirt with ROMA written on it, shown in front of a mirror it reads AMOR. And for those not too verse in spanish, that means LOVE (and roma is rome).