Questa è la storia di una mezza idea, nata nel cuore, formalizzata nella mente, realizzata dal corpo. Cuore, mente e corpo: eh sì! Sono proprio necessari tutti e tre per andare in montagna!
Il cuore, che corrisponde alla passione e ai sentimenti che permettono di svegliarsi alle 4 di mattina e iniziare a camminare che è ancora dark
the mind, which formalizes the desires, reasons and assess what is feasible (by distinguishing what is best instead to remain a dream),
the body, because without that .. the other two would be unnecessary.
Wake up at 4 and then leaving at 5:30 from Presolana Pass, the car temperature: -9.
My car is the first to occupy the church parking lot adjacent to the pitch. The backpack is ready, the front head.
The forest is dark, even in the sky the moon is almost full. Absolute silence. Only noise: my steps.
beginning I feel a bit 'of fear, then the mind relaxes and the dark became my world and, strange to say, I feel ease. I still, from time to time, and listening. I imagined that the wood retain a lot of noise at night, but it is not. An eerie silence.
schiarisse imagined that soon, but the sun will wait a long time and I am surprised (actually I'll have to wait!) Once arrived at the bivouac City Clusone. I imagined a lot of things well, maybe too many ...
purple rays hit the snow first, then the walls.
The Queen was lying asleep while I climb up on his white coat, seeing me only to wake up.
"Wake Queen!" Shout. I scream because I'm alone here. And why I'm happy. I scream because this place opens the heart. Scream because Lei mi deve sentire. Urlo per ricordare Alberto e la mia prima via sulla Bramani Ratti. Già. Guardo le pareti. Urlo ancora "Ciao Alby, hai visto che non ho mollato?!". Una lacrima, ma questa volta di gioia.
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