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“Della ricchezza non ci importa nulla. Del potere non ci importa nulla. Di voi ricchi potenti famosi signori dell’economia e della politica e della cultura, di tutti voi vincenti non c’importa nulla. E state pur certi che non tenteremo di rubarvi il posto, non tenteremo di portarvi via il pane d’oro, state pur certi che delle vostre grandi cose non desideriamo nulla. Perché sempre di più, e sempre più spesso, noi andiamo alla ricerca dei secondi, dei minuti, delle ore lente. Sempre di più desideriamo il vuoto, la leggerezza, la pace d’un soffio di vento che giunge da lontano e che va lontano. A voi ricchi potenti famosi signori, a tutti voi, lasciamo volentieri questo mondo qui. Noi ci prendiamo tutto il resto, noi ci prendiamo la vita.”

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