Dobleu

This is the story of a group of people who found pleasure in doing things without following instructions. In the good moments, they were called creative, in the not so good moments they were called undisciplined. In the worst moments, they were not called anything at all and they felt underrated. As kids they could get away with being themselves. Jumping, dancing. Breaking, doodling. Spending whole hours on a drawing or whole days on a song. In the eyes of the common observer, they were wasting their time. To the trained eye, they had the gift of spare time and made the most of it. Over the years, hours lost minutes and days lost hours. The time of an adult is very different from that of a child, it seems to go faster because it is not enough to do everything that needs to be done, although it actually goes slower because you can never do everything you really want to do. The change in time gave the new order: to comply with what is due and almost never to do what you like. What time failed to understand is that these people do not know how to follow instructions. Even though the hours are scarce, they always find the moment to be as they are. Whether it's on a hike, on a train, under an apple tree, or in the tub. They are able to stop time to allow the arrival of a new idea. It's the way they work, it's the way they are. These people go through the world defeating time without fighting it. They are lucky to find other people who value their quirk and encourage it. Together they overcome the tyranny of time without realizing it. Together, and unconsciously, they conceive the only thing that transcends time: ideas.