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.
giovedì 20 febbraio 2014
sabato 15 febbraio 2014
martedì 4 febbraio 2014
A cold night outside
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.
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