“Life holds one great but quite commonplace mystery… That mystery, which most of us take for granted and never think twice about, is time. Calendars and clocks exist to measure time, but that signifies little because we all know that an hour can seem as eternity or pass in a flash, according to how we spend it. Time is life itself, and life resides in the human heart” (Michael Ende, Momo).

This work is a reflection about the perception of time. An imprecise human clock, in which each person counts a minute. Adults, children, men, women, each one conceives their own minute that accumulates in different ways to build a clock that reflects not how time passes, but instead, how time is felt.