Time of man and machine. We are immersed in technology, but the clock (periodic signal of the CPU of a computer) runs now millions of cycles per second, our hearts are on average slightly more than one beat per second. If we follow throughout the day with the frequency of wheezing machines (computers, cars, appliances), we have to take a few minutes at a rate that more congenial to our heart. One beat per second, 60 per minute, breathing slowly, develop a thought for once, savoring the food with care, to spend the time it takes for relations with our fellows. Stop, just a few moments to contemplate the sunset. The poignant light of the sun that dies a free show at the disposal of all those who want to watch. Is born and dies every day by millions of years and every time a flower, a sunbeam small appliances animal, a living witness to yet another miracle of nature dumb. The day when no one will stop watching . . . who knows more might not return. The shaman of the village was celebrating the ritual of the sun. At the dawn of the equinox primavara, sommit from a hill called for the rising of the star by saying the name in the secret language. The men accompanied the event with an increasing pace until the drums at the climax of the ritual: the sun high in the sky. Life celebrated its rebirth. At that time the representation of cyclic time gave the certainty of the recurrence at regular intervals, of natural events. Then, to emphasize the uniqueness of the unrepeatable events, time is conceived as a straight line with an emphasis on before and after (the time of the monotheistic religions). However obsessed first and later, along a timeline that is out of our control, such as travelers on a train without the conductor, we feel strongly attracted to a cycle time marked by the breath of Mother Earth. A slow time Salento, where just a ray of sunshine in winter to lead the people of this region in a restaurant by the sea to enjoy a delicious fish fry. A pause in the frenzy of the stolen work, because the pleasure requires time and his spirit is renewed in sunbeam small appliances gestures and simple. The Sea mark the time of the meal, echoes the wine poured into the glass, the clatter of the oil that houses the catch. 13. 30 - lunch break. Any day of the month of April, a beautiful and unexpected sunny day. Tower Colimena the Ionian Sea. The restaurant is almost empty. Lucy nods to move from side to choose the fish for frying fish. A jug of wine, bread wheat and the sea calm backdrop to a perfect day. Salento lives so. . . .