Hello. Hello. Are you there. Is that really you. What is the good of the traffic

The rushing to urgent meetings. The mortgages and bank loans. The research and the investments. The trees blossoming and fruiting. The in-tray and the out.

The percentages and bids. The train journeys to and from work. The car journeys to and from home. The gossip liaisons secrets. Mowing the growing grass.

The records signatures messages. The wavelengths and vibrations. The losses longings regrets. The weekends the flights the dreams. The bookings the tickets the seats.

The screens bars curtains panes. Le Quattro Stagioni. The borrowing the burrowing the prayers. The actual and imagined couplings. The new and the old machines.

When death will swallow us all. And we shall all go down. And our thoughts rots or burn with our bodies. And suffering never end. What is the good of the

Sorry. Sorry. Really, I thought you. Somebody else. Terribly sorry to have bothered. Wrong number. Sorry indeed.