Nike Mercurial R9 1998

light and fatigue ... in the silence of the wind

The trill of the alarm. These are 05:00. Rest a little 'to bask in the warmth of the blankets. The moment I get up for your hand looking for my hot body. I take your hands and shake. My eyes moisten. I gotta go. The mountain is calling me.
time to prepare something hot, to leave you a note that read "I LOVE YOU" and are ready to meet my freedom, feeling the silence of the wind, to discover the limits of my strength and overcome and win my weaknesses.
we enter the thick of the Valle Cupa, the absence of sun makes it even more dark and gloomy atmosphere that the name evokes. As we climb the snow is getting deeper, we realize it is just before you reach the Passo del Campanaro. Today, the mountain we strive severely.
Step On the mountain begins to enchant, so some sunshine is the space between the clouds. And 'nice and pleasant to be on that clear field of trees and smell the scents and sounds of nature to revive and oxygenate every fiber of my body. I need this contact through the mountains to search for a more authentic and genuine life. Here it is only themselves. It 's impossible to cheat. I stripped the mountain, the bark slips of my daily life revealing the most remote and hidden sides of my character.
The ascent along the ridge of the first Campanaro starts easily, go up, then rears up the ridge, we alternate with hard work to make our way in the snow that often yields to the weight of our bodies, making driving difficult and tiring. The last stretch requires no tevole effort, go around a wall of rock on the left and up the steep channel leading to the end of the ridge, sull'anticima the Timpa del Pino Michele. The
looks out onto the great vessels and left the amphitheater of the walls of the summit of Serra Dolcedorme. Joseph goes on
kidnapped by irrepressible energy, I more limped back. We proceed in a row, a bit 'spaced from one another. On the beam that leads us to the main ridge the sun shines, the wind chill making it more bearable. Proceed slowly, since the crest, then the warmth of the sun can not chill anything to violent gusts of wind that beat us. It seems to climb a Himalayan peak: the shortness of breath, slow movements, the frames, snow shaped by the wind. I feel my face burn.
up at the top of thick clouds are gathering blacks. The violent wind in the air raises myriads of grains of ice that scratched his face. The space above us is cleaned by opening to the sky as a friend. Climbing is
a crescendo of emotions, the ridge east of the blue sky Dolcedorme draw a curve of ice and snow. I struggle to crush the ice layer. I am very tired. We have not worn crampons, in some places must be very careful. Exceeds a passage of sharp daggers of ice. Then powder snow alternating with layers more compact. The horizon opens up to see the Stromboli and the Aeolian Islands. Continues to rise, please. I have a feeling that here, someone or something great, you are reminding me that most of the others giving me a great joy and serenity. It 's the charm of the height, oxygenated air that enters into every fiber of the thin body. Yet another
bit ', then the curve starts to degrade. We are prey to strong emotions. The summit. I cry like a baby. I feel my soul soothes and purifies. The embrace of my brother tried to revive him. I think Uncle Franco, where you at this time. I sit on the snow. The tears are icicles. I get lost in the infinite sky. A breath of wind, this time sweet. It 's a caress.
Protected by a ledge of snow eat something.
On the descent I tarry a little, 'I feel the silence of the wind, the light is dispersed by all parties, to charm me with his eyes caress high cliffs that plunge into the valley below. In the glitter of ice shavings I get off full of joy.
On the descent from the saddle of my friends back Grosso Beech children. He loves to slide along the tongue of snow, I watch them amused.
Among the trees high in the snow sometimes plunges us up to the dock. The valley, as we proceed, narrows, until you reach the path that leads to Cozzo Palumbo. I detach myself from the group. The forest is a kaleidoscope of lights and scents. Pine needles, smells of resin, I sit on a stone kidnapped by the silence of the wind that shakes the bare branches of some beech trees. I do not hear the voices of my friends. The light penetrates through the branches, making this valley no more gloomy. Right now I seem to be l’unico uomo sulla terra. Anche la vita dell’uomo come quella del bosco ha bisogno di luce. Di luce per sperare in un domani più luminoso e rendere più vigorosa la pianta dell’amore per la vita. Di luce per rinverdire la pianta della fede e della speranza.
Lascio l’abbraccio della montagna e torno da TE. Con gli occhi lucidi e arrossati di fatica. La luce del tramonto, luce che non muore…nel silenzio del vento. La luce dell’AMORE.

Un grazie di cuore
a mio Fratello, che tutti ormai nella rete conoscono come “U Lupu”,
a Franco per la simpatia,
a Giuseppe per la determinazione.
Grazie per l’AMICIZIA.