VISITALY - PASSO DURONE (BLEGGIO SUPERIORE - TN) - TRENTINO
... and suddenly arrives to me, between dream and remembrance, the scent of larch wood. Pungent delights of smell togheter with the sound of the leaves of beech which choirs sang in orchestra with the revelers shouting of children. A clear sky is a frame for rainbows of colour green. ... and I get lost, kidnapped, in the wonder of nature and in the faces of youth, of a nice bud. ... and I lay down on scented grass, soft turf, waiting for the autumn, which sadly, like that little cloud, already is hanging to my tomorrow.