The forest The lake that there 'This is my mountain
Tuesday, December 1, 2009
Condoms In Gas Stations
the work week is too long, too short weekend. Trapped in the daily routine constantly feel the call of the mountain.
Sit down and listen to the silence, observing the passing of the clouds, losing track of time to reflect and find himself.
Mine is not the mountain of VIP, the lifts, walk with the Jeep. Mine is a difficult mountain to reach, yet unspoiled, visited by few where you you may not see a soul, where man has not taken over. 's why I'm for a bit of time, run away, I go to the mountains in search of a little 'lonely. Accompanied by my faithful friend, my camera, because nature offers spectacular moments to immortalize. does not matter if the place is the same. Every time it looks different or the changing of the seasons or the weather or the passage of a wild animal. And then there's the forest alive but immobile, with its colors and sounds. Each tree has a story to tell. As we climb, the forest thins out and meet solitary trees. Monuments of nature reaching for the sky like hands asking for help.
This is my mountain, this is my life we \u200b\u200btoo often give up to make way for so many useless things. When I'm up there I wonder if all this in a sense. A few days ago I quoted a sentence from a book by Mauro Corona which I believe contains many truths, "Affan to elbowing to be first, to have more, to seek wealth, resulting in life is wasted by fools" .
That evening I wrote enough. It's late and I go to bed. Tomorrow I have a lot of things to do ... and maybe I'll find time to do what I like.
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