this time and 'different.
E 'with these words he left Italy a month ago.
With the passage of time and 'established an' idea,
a specific project that did not give anything to chance.
A house, a job, a new life.
Soon I realized that not everything always runs the right way.
Saturday morning program ... in yet another trip to New York City to search for these truths' are now well established in the mind.
decided to take a break after these hectic days of treasure hunting.
Spend a day away from the metropolis with Rob and Joe in places postcard.
not a choice so 'painful after all.
The fresh wind of the mountains greeted us in the warm afternoon weblog North Lake City,
a short game sweep ... Joe
teach the basics ...
short ... spend time
After the fifth hand,
Joe proposed to observe the landscape
on top of the mountain so called "Rock the sunset."
Perche 'no? I thought
After a long journey through nature, not contaminated by modernity ',
we made a short stop on the "Rock Artist" for rest & more' in spirit and in the legs.
The sunset was now at hand and we had to hurry.
artistic veins We left for other patrons of rocks and continued on our way.
Joe decided not to follow traditional paths
is suddenly a new Reinhold Messner,
decided to climb the wall below our ultimate goal for the day.
If man created the paths there will be 'a reason, I thought ...
Without much shaking,
myself, and finally to the faithful Rob giungettero both agonist summit.
The landscape is prostrate at our feet seemed to suggest the ambiguity 'of man and his conception of space.
front of such great magnificence,
Rob could not hold back and let 'a tangible sign of his presence.
The sunset was approaching and there was within me a new idea,
a guide to what should have been this day.
month was close at hand and not having got what I wanted was clear that the best days were yet to arrive ...
but then ...
I thought how did I get here.
to observe the sunset on this rock in America.
A journey that started two years before on a freezer in Milan during a rainy Friday
'in September.
the evening that I realized that I had to change something ...
A trip I thought ...
to where and what was not a problem.
And so the party ',
without definite destination and without illusions,
ended up being plunged into a new perspective made up of people and places never seen before.
... I realized that I had a bad start for America.
arrived with so many projects ...
but the projects are like a sheet in front of a window ...
I realized,
before the truth 'of this sunset,
that only retracing my steps I would get something.
decided to repeat the experience Paris in the Big Apple,
the hostel,
people and meetings, large and small
slamming.
But above all,
have no fixed point in the head,
but a large closet to store experiences every day.
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