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Nella Valle del Sempre

L a neve avvolge ogni cosa in un morbido silenzio. Uno scatto, un altro ed un altro ancora, tranquillo, senza fretta o affanno mi godo questi attimi di pace, seguo i miei pensieri, la montagna è anche tempo per respirare.

Ci muoviamo lungo il versante nord dove i raggi del sole non arrivano. Restiamo inghiottiti all’interno di un’algida ampolla. Il freddo, come a stray dog \u200b\u200bbites all over my body. What prompts me to climb a mountain, to be here now. What prompts me to address certain risks and dangers that this entails passion. I think not only clean air that I breathe to bring me here, but also friendship and love. Two sides of same coin, different elements originating from the same material as the flakes of snow and ice shavings.

That charm the mountain as you climb higher and dig deep into your heart. The reverse happens when you descend from the top. From the bottom of the cavity in which you found during the ascent, you're ready to go back, to return to light. While descend there is something in you that goes. Lathes different, changed. It seems counterintuitive, but every time I climb to the top of a mountain, no matter the height, I get lost in myself and then found myself going from the inner world that the rise has built in a cave of my heart.

not forget the friendships were born and lived in the shadow of the mountains. Leave a mark for life for better or for worse. One thing in these years I realized that these moments are not enough to hold the men who have lived, because the human mind blank, stripped like the skin of snakes, while the mountains remain the same for themselves, people change. Generous and humble, greedy and selfish, cowardly and brave the mountain naked men and makes them for what they are.

Climbing a mountain is a form of love. There awaits a meeting on the top and we are going up.

The cold puts a strain on the material of which they did. The gloves are now a shell of ice, we look up towards the blade missed all the incandescent light of the sun draws on the summit ridge. The steepness of this road I explore myself. Like a leaf detached from the wind, I leave this world of kidnap by blinding light, burning of frost, ice that hurts.

The mountains in winter is a world inhospitable to those who would live there with the meat. It 'a world to live and test only with the soul. A world of sounds, sometimes subtle, sometimes so terrible to tear. At other times in winter the mountain is only one world to contemplate.

On this glittering peak in vague vast horizons of my heart, my soul filled with empty sky and then at a stroke emptied, when stress and tension in the ascent, they get completed, free. I am part of a mystery, perhaps this is what drives me to rise. I am a slender blade of grass that grows and looks scared to heaven but is ready to go.

I look at you before you say goodbye, your sleepy little face, a hand comes out of the leg was covered like a helpless puppy. MY LOVE I wanted to say thank you that you managed to figure out what lives in my heart, what instincts need my soul. Thank you for looking out yourself in this world, to have understood and perhaps reluctantly gone along. I LOVE MY

overflow ... who knows what dreams do you feel when your hand looks not find me. With his eyes dimmed with tears I'll leave you a kiss. It 's all I can give not to wake your a light sleeper. Do not worry, "back to tell our son," I repeat it forever. Rest. Outside it is still dark but the horizon starts to tear apart by a thin tongue of light, just enough to see that no cloud today tarnish the sky. I shut the door. I run to my secret already, this love which goes up every time ... in the endless sky ... Always in the Valley.

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Nel caldo del mio Cuore

D ' my winter always start out the day before departure, when alone with the rest of my gear, prepare them, caress them, polish them. I like touching them sentirne i suoni, tenerne la forma tra le mani, a loro chiederò tutto durante la salita, cosciente che potrò chiedergli anche la vita.

Prima di coprire i ramponi con le protezioni di gomma con le dita ne sfioro i profili affilati, accarezzo le cinghie verifico se saranno pronte ad obbedirmi. Controllo la corda facendola scorrere tra le dita e riponendola nella sua sacca. Prendo la piccozza stringendola tra le mani, la sollevo alla luce inseguendone le pieghe fino a farla diventare una prosecuzione del mio braccio. Dall’involucro tolgo gli scarponi da ghiaccio, con la mano seguo la forma delle suole che ricalcano l’impronta dell’orso, li sento bramire sono pronte a varcare confini. Con movimenti precisi le setole della spazzola impregnate di grasso ammorbidiscono ed acquietano le mie calzature. Sono già concentrato. In questo momento i sogni prendono forma.

I sogni prendono la forma di ricami argentei che nel bosco ci sbarrano la strada lasciandoci addosso polvere di ghiaccio. Siamo in un mondo fatato. Il freddo fa sentire i suoi morsi. Ci muoviamo in un’atmosfera incantata. Il timido sole del mattino ci ha abbandonato, immensi tappeti di cenere bianca si avvicinano minacciosi. Sul costone privo di alberi il manto nevoso diventa più spesso, sprofondiamo. La cima è lassù avvolta e nascosta da tempestose lingue nere. Ci inoltriamo ancora nel bosco un piccolo saliscendi ci conduce al cospetto del Giant stone. " I wander to the left climbing a flight of powdery snow.

At each step, the snow trying to feed us swallowing almost to the waist. We take the picks. I hear the sound of swirls and spirals, vapors rise into the air, terrible howls make my hesitant to go, a final branch of marble ice as a shield to protect me before the gate, look for the last time the giant ice-encrusted, property in its beauty seems to turn around, its folds rocks move, the head turns and speaks to me: "soon you will enter into another world, so many feelings stir in your mind, be respectful of Life and When adversity will destroy you believe in your dream and live it, be strong and do not forget the people who love you, they are in the heat of your heart. Do not get groped by arrogance, nature punishes men prone to arrogance. Be bold enough to find yourself in new knowledge. Know ye that the kingdom that does not live through the Sun, draw the heat from your heart as dreams are fires to be kept alive. Many humans dream but not everyone can or are willing to live their dreams. In many renounce intentions to pursue what he now does not cost anything, that does not require any effort, no sacrifice. Humans have been afraid to live, few people understand the joy of daily living.

When you're in the presence of "Mutant Stones" you will clear the phenomenon unique and individual life, you will remember that you were a seed that did not hurry to germinate, the water of the earth from the road fed you will change into ice and live in the same way you will love the good and evil as the only element of existence itself. Go now and remember: the more you will close to the heart the more you will close the essence of Life. "

The Giant was motionless, his wrinkled folds seemed shaped by a huge thumb. My face was marked by icy streams, had passed away a few seconds, but that vision to me remember all my life. I turn to my friends and scream: "Follow my brave, follow me to Joy."

Passes frozen branch of the Antichrist and Cozzi thousand devils damned seem to run away in the wind. We lash with sinews of ice, we sting with very cold air stings crazy. White clouds of soot surround us. We remain clinging to the ridge as seeds stuck to the ground. My Savior, "Brother" in a glowing fire at a time of serrated spear blade ice, it follows the short-lived lines, follows the carved figures from frost. Luigi follow us hooked on deep palpitation. Salgo prey to hallucinations in me long for the flame is lit. Like seeds in a cocoon of ice Stones mutants come to meet us, I remember the words of the Giant. I think. "Of course the ice ... I have to be as ready to turn the ice ... and to follow the evolution of life. When the ice melts does nothing but feed the lush plant life. From seed germination, the growing season flowering, fruit ripening other seeds that will spread and eventually senescence. "

Sulla cima sollevo la piccozza ad un cielo che non c’è, ma nonostante questo ho imparato a trasformarmi e a seguire le evoluzioni della Vita, grazie alla Gioia di vivere continuo la mia fioritura contento di seguire i miei sogni, quei sogni che da piccolo mi hanno preso per mano e non mi hanno più lasciato e che giorno dopo giorno li conservo vivificanti nel caldo del mio cuore.

Da molti anni ormai, ad ogni primavera, sebbene lo zaino degli anni sia sempre più pesante mi reco ai piedi del Gigante, in questo luogo nascono le più belle blooms of the Pollino, the slender seedlings do not know how they can find sustenance in the folds of the great rock 'living'. Gentianella, lung, bluebells, daisies, anemones and many others, I believe these flowers are the dreams of those who have had more time to live them, Gioia broken dreams of those who had to leave too soon. I sit down and appreciate life to pray in silence.

some pictures of this post appears courtesy of our dear friend and "Brother Salvatore Franco.

The group photo is courtesy granting of his friend Louis Winner.

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