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death A life in smoke

67 years and I smoke when I was 18, nearly half a century of tobacco. I am healthy and in full operation. I hope to live another ten or fifteen years, while smoking obviously can. Smoke because I want to do it, because it is part of my culture and my identity. I read and write and smoke, drink coffee and listen to music, step and so the bulk of the day, lazy and productive at the same time. Smoke because this is my life and my body. Because tobacco smoke, along with the book, the white paper, coffee, music, computers, red wine, the good movies, bicicleta and dirt paths in the plain make me who I am.
"And after the eighty?" He tells me the man with the dittino up. After the eighty the Pallid harvester falcerà us one after the other until none remain. Rich, poor, dumb, smart, saints, sinners, smokers and nonsmokers, and even the gentlemen with the dittino up. Experience leads to death, but does so slowly, and in the meantime ... how wonderful, friends, live hard, enjoy this little flame that we are duty, producing a bright light and firm.


"Outrageous!" insists that the dittino. "A life of dissipation and still showing pride." It is significant that this kind of moral defect uses as a synonym for the word "clear", meaning "spreccare, mar", "fade, dissolve," but also "evaporating, resolved into vapor, such as tobacco smoke, in fact. His is a philosophy of saving and greed: to spend is a sin, is considered virtues. People sifatte do well to refrain from smoking, if they did they would refuse to expel the smoke, and end up bursting like a toad.
When it comes to live is to have to spend, given the uproar, the word given, the energy consumed enrich rather than impoverish. Nothing adds more to spend without expecting compensation, without accounting for revenues and expenses. Given the good will dissipate like smoke tobacco, but enriches us because it enriches the network of human allowed in which we live. In any case, this network gives us the hope to conquer death, to live again in the other. When our life is over our gifts will remain, while the healthy body that will die with him has grown. The shroud has no pockets, but did not even mirrors.