A dream !!!.... The dream !!!.... The dream of a full year. The desire, burning, entering a world fantastic
made pure white and endless trails .... the austere peaks and deep ravines
.... fantastic scenarios and magical countryside.
issarmi The frenzy of flying ... in my head now just a thought ... strong ... .. resolute decision: to fly.
The reason compels me to stop ...
not to go but my heart and my "madness" rather than me pushing
what you feel is a great adventure,
I feel that I would lose an extraordinary experience. So without hesitation and without hesitation
isso me in flight.
The dawn of a new day and it is checked all my hopes and all my aspirations.
The cool morning air gives me a strange heat
and I feel that my legs prancing.
I move my first steps in the snow and I feel like I'm stunned, this atmosphere that surrounds me, gives me strange feelings.
look at my companions and I seem to read in their faces,
in their eyes, eyes wandering from side to side,
back and forth, trying to capture everything that comes their way, I'm
the same emozoni I am trying.
The first rays of the sun of this beautiful day of July
surprise me while I get on these trails covered with snow,
adrenaline is a thousand.
thoughts follow each other in the head and brain
fast can not absorb everything that transmit
eyes.
Climb slowly, step by step.
breathing becomes more labored, the muscles begin to protest
but it is as if they felt the fatigue.
E 'in these moments that I feel I enter in symbiosis with
the mountain. Around me a candid world that speaks to me ...
that covers me ... that takes me ... I light up.
I feel to be part this wonder .... I seem to be the son of
it.
My life has taken this direction ... I learned about
and appreciate the little things of nature, its hidden treasures.
oasis of peace and tranquility. Up here the world travels
following different rhythms. It's like being in another dimension where
I see no trace of malice, hatred and
of all littleness we are proud of our men.
are at 4000 meters high. Up here the sky is bluer and closer
. You can almost touch it with your fingers.
The wind, cold and powerful, I lash my face but I do not feel
cold, indeed, play with attention to his whistle, and his
gusts take on new meanings. It 's all perfect. There is nothing out of place or out of order
. I see the world differently and
listening to the sounds of nature, enraptured and excited.
emerge from absolute white mountain peaks of the austere
proud and severe, as if to prove the nobility of their existence
. I seem to have life.
Looking at each of their takes on different appearances,
sometimes menacing, sometimes sweet and elegant.
I feel a sort of awe in being here in the sight of these creations
perfect.
I look around and I realize how small they are.
of how small we are.
What drives me to love this world?
What drives me to come in these waste places, often hostile
but of extraordinary beauty?
do not know. I have asked him many times and I never knew
answer that fully
my questions.
Maybe it's a sort of "disease" ...
or maybe the answer is very simple: I was born
to be part of this wonderful world.
I am aware of one thing and that is that
when I get home, I will not be the same ...
has changed my life has changed as well as my way of life
the mountain ...
My eyes these days have seen things that I could hardly see
elsewhere. 
lit by the moon, which is offered in all its beauty
but also instills fear and fear with the knowledge that a
night out there. the cold is definitely certain death. 
E 'in these moments you feel that you have established with your fellow
a bond that goes beyond the feeling friendship, but already strong and proven results in solidarity
downhill is trying to absorb as much as possible
everything that surrounds me and everything I experienced.
I walk away happy and with a promise to return.
I stop often to observe the peaks of the mountains
become increasingly distant and
feel like a slight sense of loss, regret. 
the same emozoni I am trying.
The first rays of the sun of this beautiful day of July
surprise me while I get on these trails covered with snow,
adrenaline is a thousand.
thoughts follow each other in the head and brain
fast can not absorb everything that transmit
eyes.
Climb slowly, step by step.
breathing becomes more labored, the muscles begin to protest
but it is as if they felt the fatigue.
E 'in these moments that I feel I enter in symbiosis with
the mountain. Around me a candid world that speaks to me ...
that covers me ... that takes me ... I light up.
I feel to be part this wonder .... I seem to be the son of
it.
My life has taken this direction ... I learned about
and appreciate the little things of nature, its hidden treasures.
oasis of peace and tranquility. Up here the world travels
following different rhythms. It's like being in another dimension where
I see no trace of malice, hatred and
of all littleness we are proud of our men.
are at 4000 meters high. Up here the sky is bluer and closer
. You can almost touch it with your fingers.
The wind, cold and powerful, I lash my face but I do not feel
cold, indeed, play with attention to his whistle, and his
gusts take on new meanings. It 's all perfect. There is nothing out of place or out of order
. I see the world differently and
listening to the sounds of nature, enraptured and excited.
emerge from absolute white mountain peaks of the austere
proud and severe, as if to prove the nobility of their existence
. I seem to have life.
Looking at each of their takes on different appearances,
sometimes menacing, sometimes sweet and elegant.
I feel a sort of awe in being here in the sight of these creations
perfect.
I look around and I realize how small they are.
of how small we are.
What drives me to love this world?
What drives me to come in these waste places, often hostile
but of extraordinary beauty?
do not know. I have asked him many times and I never knew
answer that fully
my questions.
Maybe it's a sort of "disease" ...
or maybe the answer is very simple: I was born
to be part of this wonderful world.
I am aware of one thing and that is that
when I get home, I will not be the same ...
has changed my life has changed as well as my way of life
the mountain ...
My eyes these days have seen things that I could hardly see
elsewhere.
The most beautiful sunset ... the rays of the setting sun tinting
red Snow White and the surrounding mountain peaks
that emerge from the fog like a fairytale landscape ...
then still warm shades of games that take
appearance and indistinct forms, helping to create a magical atmosphere.
red Snow White and the surrounding mountain peaks
that emerge from the fog like a fairytale landscape ...
then still warm shades of games that take
appearance and indistinct forms, helping to create a magical atmosphere.
far as the eye see a sea of \u200b\u200bclouds come from a variety
faccettature in which the mountains seem to float and breathe
only with its top.
Then the four-night .. the roar of the wind .. the landscape,
only with its top.
Then the four-night .. the roar of the wind .. the landscape,
lit by the moon, which is offered in all its beauty but also instills fear and fear with the knowledge that a
night out there. the cold is definitely certain death.
Last night at the shelter "R. Capanna Margherita" (the highest in Europe, 4554 m),
a fantastic and extraordinary.
To see the new day to check up here and watch this
a fantastic and extraordinary.
To see the new day to check up here and watch this
world comes to life with the first rays of the sun, it's wonderful.
Then I look up to heaven and thank God for being alive
and for allowing me to live everything.
Walking on a thin ridge on both sides
fearful precipices, tied with a rope to my companions, and making
expectations only to my crampons, my ice ax and my will power mixed
adrenaline through the roof, is indescribable
and magically unique.
Lay then standing on Punta Zumstein (4563 m), look at each
read tiredness and fatigue but also the joy and satisfaction
to have done, gives me emotions never felt before.
The final embrace with my fellow climbers and guides, all
fearful precipices, tied with a rope to my companions, and making
expectations only to my crampons, my ice ax and my will power mixed
adrenaline through the roof, is indescribable
and magically unique.
Lay then standing on Punta Zumstein (4563 m), look at each
read tiredness and fatigue but also the joy and satisfaction
to have done, gives me emotions never felt before.
The final embrace with my fellow climbers and guides, all
reveals the mood of the moment.
E 'in these moments you feel that you have established with your fellow
a bond that goes beyond the feeling friendship, but already strong and proven results in solidarity
in helping one another in
share the same emotions and feel happy not only for yourself
share the same emotions and feel happy not only for yourself
for others.
downhill is trying to absorb as much as possible
everything that surrounds me and everything I experienced.
I walk away happy and with a promise to return.
I stop often to observe the peaks of the mountains
become increasingly distant and
feel like a slight sense of loss, regret.
but regret for what?
possible that already feel nostalgia?
Perhaps ... who knows??
At the same time, however, I feel happy
possible that already feel nostalgia?
Perhaps ... who knows??
At the same time, however, I feel happy
rich and above all conscious of having lived a fabulous adventure
and especially happy for being able to fly.
My flight higher.
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