The face immersed in the snow, as a soft wadding that removes his breath. And the apnea vetigine. A few moments before Lorenzo was skiing together with Johanna, his girlfriend. A carefree moment like many, now irretrievably marked back, in a distant past. Then the hospital race by helicopter, the pharmacological coma and a nine-hour operation to the spine. From the nipples down the complete loss of sensitivity and movements. From now on Lorenzo and the body of him will live as a separate home. But the only thing that matters, now, are your hands. He can resume moving them, being able to start playing the guitar, because music is all life of him. From intensive care to the long months of rehabilitation in a clinic of Zurich, until the moment of leaving the new maternal womb that held him back but he looked after and protected during convalescence. And the difficult reintegration in a world where suddenly everything is unattainable and everyone became higher, giants threatening from the imposing shadows. With courage and determination Lorenzo Amurri tells the return to his life. The desire to see, to touch, to hear. To take late the night together with his friends, to abandon himself to the love of his woman and regain the freedom that has been stolen. Each stage is a slow rise to the surface, a deep apnea preceding a perfect and interminable breath.