MEMORIES OF A GUIDE ... It 'been a long and tiring day ...
The huge sphere of the sun that has accompanied them throughout the path now to his final farewell to the mountains, hiding behind the ridge and into the gorges ... They followed the old river, then the deep sea and the silent woods verdiPascoli cheOdorano resin ... have enjoyed the caress of the wind and trampled blades of the young 'grass .. He did so by placing "his group" in the most comfortable that a possaIn hardship .. Near the place of bivouac, and serenoIl river flows slowly, while a green lawn and well spianatoRaccoglie tents arranged around well unAllegro fire ... The dinner, as usual, was plentiful and cooked eben a glass of good haRegalato wine a touch of cheer to the party. . .. But no ... But now he has been "camouflaged" in the green bush, sedutoIn statuesque silence on top of a small cliff. "Taste" the wind that brings the smells of the fragrance of resin dell'erbaE All My Children ... "notes" lost the horizon without moving the eyes ... "fingering" through the eyes of the mountain tops the roughness quellaLibertà full of rocks enjoying the great outdoors that only infinite sannoOffrire soul. The images, through the eyes, go directly to the heart in a succession of emozioniDifficili can describe ... not even notice that now the tenebreHanno wrapped everything ... questaMagica music orchestra is directed by the flow lentoDel river, with its notes, the report allaMente other places, other emotions, other ... silence is the "magic moment" of the day where ogniCosa, every creature back "in place" ... If anyone was watching him, do not be surprised in anything you ask ... this is his world ... This is a guide to the world!
(from "Spirit Mountain" by Pino
Priest)
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