A man today turned 93.
A great man who teached me a lot, one of my few heroes, a simple and tre man.
93 years is a big goal, actually is nearly double of my dad's short life.
Today I went up on the slopes, I stopped a minute ( as always) in a very special place fo this man, and I saw a couple of hardcore tourist praying in front of that pile of stones. Well, this simple thing is was the best way to celebrate him.
martedì 4 febbraio 2014
Winter time, white landscape. Of course, nothing so special. But sometimes, the place you see every morning , every day and every night has a very special light. Tonight is one of that nights. Went out and my nose was called by the sky. I stopped and I started to watch the stars between the frozen trees frames.