E’ domenica mattina, il mio sguardo si perde contro i vetri della finestra, cerco di scorgere le mie amate montagne, ma un lenzuolo di nuvole le copre. Piove incessantemente da ieri sera, prima di addormentarmi ho sentito la pioggia battere sul tetto. Mi piace, nel silenzio della stanza, ascoltare il picchiettio allegro dell’acqua che scivola sulle tegole, la sensazione di essere in un luogo riparato, quando fuori il cattivo tempo avvolge e percuote ogni cosa.
Apro la finestra e vengo investito da un’aria fresca, sento il profumo della neve, le montagne in questo momento si lasciano abbellire dal candore immacolato di light white confetti.
The town of Morano looked like a ghost
in stone trying to recover from the vapor mist that afflict him. With his eyes caress the walls of the houses, I follow the skyline bundled up, I daub of dull colors, made of soot and mold, narrow alleys and penetrate deep into crevices that suddenly shut down and then immediately re-open . "Sipporti, arches, cracks, roads unfold shortness of breath, a few patches of green, then the windows, eyes lost and confused in this air funeral, maybe it's the fog that makes it all so painful, all so troubled . If it were not for a fireplace that smokes would seem that life no longer lived in those houses.
A steaming hot chocolate and I wake up, maybe I was just dreaming, or was a nightmare, I find myself with my fingers dirty with mold and soot, as if my hands had climbed the walls between the houses of my country, indeed the dust that soils my hands is just chocolate.
I can not look away from the windows, my thoughts turn to friends who are engaged on the slopes of Dolcedorme, along the stone columns. I gave up, I did not feel that way to deal with these weather conditions. I think it's also important not to persist, but have the courage to give up. It is not easy, especially when is young and strong you think you can dominate nature for too much self-confidence. Although sometimes, I must admit, it is extremely adrenal located in "conditions definitely not just wealthy."
not care about the mountain of our climb. We humans, with our hearts to give a soul to the mountains. You're there. Still, austere, welcoming mother, sometimes severe, but always generous.
raining cats and dogs, order now to put thousands of photos waiting for some 'years to be cataloged, so in a sense I feel I'm back among the hiking trails and the tops of my mountains.
The trill of the oven reminds me that I'm burning the "rusceddra. Toasted the fire would have had a different flavor. Fire. The fire reminds me of life. The life of the food with a passion, with courage, trust, love and faith. The happy days, as dry wood, wear out quickly, as sad as smoky wood, seem to pass ever. Day after day the flame is kept alive, glowing, happy, over the years will begin to weaken, filament winding of smoke, the memories will take over on vampore. I will remember to keep me company, I wonder if I will do, I do not think so, if today in the cemetery, to remember the moments spent with people I do not care enough. The wind, in that place of peace and reconciliation, I have entrusted my memories, as seeds, so that it can spread them over the horizon ... ... as the one day my ashes spread in the Valley of Always, too, to fertilize the root of the flame that never dies ... ... but that's another story .
A steaming hot chocolate and I wake up, maybe I was just dreaming, or was a nightmare, I find myself with my fingers dirty with mold and soot, as if my hands had climbed the walls between the houses of my country, indeed the dust that soils my hands is just chocolate.
I can not look away from the windows, my thoughts turn to friends who are engaged on the slopes of Dolcedorme, along the stone columns. I gave up, I did not feel that way to deal with these weather conditions. I think it's also important not to persist, but have the courage to give up. It is not easy, especially when is young and strong you think you can dominate nature for too much self-confidence. Although sometimes, I must admit, it is extremely adrenal located in "conditions definitely not just wealthy."
not care about the mountain of our climb. We humans, with our hearts to give a soul to the mountains. You're there. Still, austere, welcoming mother, sometimes severe, but always generous.
raining cats and dogs, order now to put thousands of photos waiting for some 'years to be cataloged, so in a sense I feel I'm back among the hiking trails and the tops of my mountains.
The trill of the oven reminds me that I'm burning the "rusceddra. Toasted the fire would have had a different flavor. Fire. The fire reminds me of life. The life of the food with a passion, with courage, trust, love and faith. The happy days, as dry wood, wear out quickly, as sad as smoky wood, seem to pass ever. Day after day the flame is kept alive, glowing, happy, over the years will begin to weaken, filament winding of smoke, the memories will take over on vampore. I will remember to keep me company, I wonder if I will do, I do not think so, if today in the cemetery, to remember the moments spent with people I do not care enough. The wind, in that place of peace and reconciliation, I have entrusted my memories, as seeds, so that it can spread them over the horizon ... ... as the one day my ashes spread in the Valley of Always, too, to fertilize the root of the flame that never dies ... ... but that's another story .
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