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Tuesday, 27 November 2007

Sogno di Stelle, Polvere d'Amore

Il segreto svelato - Parte seconda

I loro genitori si erano dimenticati di fare i conti con l'inesorabile forza dell'Amore che legava i due giovani. Infatti non passò più di una notte di solitudine che entrambi fuggirono con le ombre della notte a coprirgli la strada con la voce del cuore si chiamarono e si trovarono sotto la stessa quercia che l'estate aveva fatto da testimone al loro Amore. Tra baci ed abbracci si ricongiunsero con gli occhi pieni di lacrime si sentivano il Tutto condividevano una pienezza incredibile, l'Amore era più forte che mai. Quando le lacrime lasciarono il posto ai flebili singhiozzii cominciarono a parlare di come risolvere il loro problema con le rispettive famiglie, erano disperati perché non trovavano una soluzione lo sconforto si impadronì di loro e la tristezza era entrata pian piano nei loro cuori. Vedendo tutto questo dall'alto l'antica quercia si commosse e per la prima volta in vita sua parlò. I due giovani furono in principio spaventati da quella profonda voce che veniva dal bosco, non ne capivano la provenienza istintivamente si strinsero l'uno all'altra appoggiandosi all'albero. "Non abbiate paura, sono io..." di nuovo quella voce suadente e profonda, "Io la vecchia quercia". I due giovani sobbalzarono allontanandosi di scatto dal rugoso tronco con la paura negli occhi. Allora l'albero parlò ancora: "Non abbiate paura non vi farò del male, ma non potevo tacere oltre. Questa è la prima volta che parlo in tutta la mia millenaria vita, parlo perché non posso rimanere muta di fronte ad un'Amore distrutto dall'egoismo, quell'Amore che io ho tenuto a battezzo!". Nei due giovani lo stupore e lo spavento lasciarono spazio alla curiosità e all'ascolto di quella saggia voce. "Cari giovani io vi ho visti al vostro primo bacio e ho visto il vostro Amore nascere e crescere, ora saprei come rendere indistruttibile il vostro legame, saprei come dargli la forza che nessuna interferenza esterna riuscirà mai spezzare, purtroppo io so...", "Perché purtroppo?" l'interruppero i giovani all'unisono; "Purtroppo perché quello che dovereste pagare per avere ciò che vi prometto è alto forse troppo alto per chiunque ma è l'unico prezzo per godere del privilegio del vostro Amore". I due giovani spaventati si rivolsero a quel tronco inanimato dicendo: "Ti prego svelaci il segreto per annullare le nostre pene, per poter godere del nostro Amore pienamente!", la quercia commossa dall'Amore che vedeva nel cuore dei due giovani disse:"Ve lo dirò ma sappiate che quello a cui dovrete rinunciare sarà qualcosa di più della vita, qualcosa che solo chi ama veramente è capace di accettare senza alcun peso, qualcosa che per chi non Ama veramente, può essere solo che una tortura indicibile e senza fine!" i due giovani insistettero: "Non temere saggia quercia il nostro Amore è unico ed indissolubile come la luna e le stelle nella notte, come il sole splendente nel cielo più blu!". "Ebbene vi svelerò il segreto, ma badate bene se non vi Amate veramente sarà per voi la più grande tortura di tutta la vostra vita! Tortura che potrà finire solo con la fine del vostro Amore, finirà con l'addio alla vita di uno di voi!". La coppia a queste parole un po' spaventata incedette, la paura offuscava la loro decisione. Si guardarono negli occhi intensamente tentando di scrutare il profondo del loro cuore l'intimo delle loro anime. Per lunghi momenti le parole entravano nei loro cuori senza che nessuna lettera vibrasse nell'aria, infine con una lunga argentea lacrima che rigava le loro facce si voltarono verso il maestoso albero dicendo: "Svelaci saggia quercia il segreto che per tanto tempo hai custudito svelaci il segreto dell'Amore che può essere eterno!" ad un tratto il vento si spense le foglie che giacevano su terreno non si muovevano più gli uccelli notturni divennero muti e dall'alto la luna si nascose dietro timide nubi la quercia parlò svelando quelle magiche parole che qui non possono essere ripetute e, subito dopo tutto ricominciò a vivere a muoversi a tornare al prima, la quercia ora era di nuovo muta. I giovani avevano finito le domande.
Il bosco cominciò ad animarsi in uno scompigliato trambusto, uomini con lanterne gridavano nomi che percuotevano l'aria come il vento autunnale sibila tra i rami. Le famiglie dei giovani erano alla ricerca della coppia. Sentendo quelle voci gli innamorati cominciarono a correre veloci veloci nella direzione opposta, scappare dal loro peggiore incubo per varcare la porta della loro libertà. Il bosco si diradava sempre più i rami degli alberi scioglievano il loro freddo intreccio come le vecchie secche dita d'un anziano quando salutano qualcuno in lontananza. Si trovarono improvvisamente sulla collina che sovrastava il paese, l'erba coperta della bruma autunnale scricchiolava lievemente al loro passaggio la luna illuminava il tutto, cristalli eterei sotto i loro piedi segnavano la strada, diamanti sulle loro teste vegliavano la loro fuga, bianco vapore sulle loro labbra segnale della folle corsa. All'improvviso un rumore una voce profonda di un'uomo adulto interruppe il loro passo, il fiato corto della giovane coppia svanì con l'illusione della libertà. Erano stati scoperti, scovati e bloccati; il padre del giovane bloccava la strada di fronte a loro, con uno sguardo severo e penetrante con la sua mole imponente tutto attorno sembrava piccolo piccolo. Si strinsero forte le mani, non volevano rinunciare alla loro libertà, alla loro vita, al loro Amore. Si girarono di scatto come solo una lepre messa alle strette potrebbe fare, tentarono ancora la strada del bosco, l'abbraccio freddo di quelle dita secche secche. Erano arrivati quasi alle prime basse fronde quando un'altera scura figura uscì come un fantasma dalle secche frasche, occhi di felino a caccia che sa di aver la tra gli artigli li li puntarono, era il padre di lei si moveva lentamente con la tranquillità di chi sa che il tempo non conta quando il risultato è assicurato! Due muri invalicabili cingevano i giovani in una morsa un letto di cristalli tra di essi un'infinità di diamanti nel cielo, la fine di un sogno la fine di quell'utopia reale stretta in quelle giovani e fredde mani. Ora erano la nel centro di quella collina, dall'alto di quel luccicante trono dominavano la valle, commossi si abbracciarono la stretta che gli univa era quella dell'Amore, credevano che niente e nessuno potesse scioglierla chiudendo gli occhi si baciarono, ancora il loro Amore era la misura del tempo, tempo dove un attimo un momento trascorre come mille stagioni, stagioni di maggio stagioni di fiori di profumi di vita! Mani possenti strinsero quell'abbraccio d'Amore, le loro braccia persero improvvisamente le forze l'impeto della violenza li aveva sorpresi come una tempesta estiva nel mare più calmo ed azzurro, turbini inesorabili lottavano per spezzare le catene che ancoravano i due giovani, presto le maglie caddero a terra d'argento freddo e cristallino brillavano alla luna erano le lacrime dei loro occhi che sempre più distanti brillavano.


Mio

Monday, 26 November 2007

Misone Mountain

Hi guys,
just now I can write this post about my last tour in mountain, because this week is very busy for me but this doesn't matter...
Let's now to talk about my last tour. Sunday I went with, by now, my official trekking friend Nicola on Misone Mountain that is a quite high mountain on the west side of Busa.
On Sunday morning at about eleven o'clock we departed to the small village of Ville del monte to reached the parking place near mountain refuge St. Pietro. Unfortunately the day wasn't bright rather was a very foggy and cloudy day. This haven't worry us, because we have knew (or batter hope) that Sunday a rainless day. After a while we have marched to our goal.
Like every times that we have been together in mountain we have kept company with chat about our last news, until the road has become a dirty one and the dirty road has become a path through the rocks and the trees, there our chat has interrupted by our breathless. The path has become to climb on the mountain, foggy has kept us a silence and paled company. After about one hour we have took the path that has turned on right directed to Tenno mountain farm. When we have arrived a singular and rather bare view has waited us, all fields has been destroyed by man made work that has provided to brought there water and has uprooted some trees. After Nicola has took some pictures we went ahead on the muddy path, to mountaintop of Misone.
After a while we have walked on first snow that the week before has fall on mountaintop, we have been alone nobody on the path, no footprint on the snow ahead us, only a lightweight foggy has followed us. After about forty minutes we have arrived on the top at 1800 mt. of altitude. We haven't knew nothing about our position our puckish company has rendered all withe.
After a short lunched packet we have departed to the path of return, when we have arrived at mountain farm Tenno a shiny sun has appeared, unfortunately too late for show us a beautiful view from the Misone mountaintop. There we have decided to went to the near mountain farm Fiavè, after thirty minutes we has appreciated the grass field and the lonely of that landscape. After about two hour we have reached the parking, this time without the pale company of the moon, but this time doesn't matter.
I would like thanks with Nicola that this time, like other many times, has kept me a good, brave and bright company! Many thanks Nicola.
From Sunday I'll bring with me the peace that some times only the loneliness of certain place could give you.
See you soon,

Mio


PS: Every pictures that I have linked here to my Picasa gallery has taken by Nicola Peroni. I haven't published my worst photos, where me neither recognized myself. This photos are available only on demand... OK NICOLA!!! ;-)

Saturday, 24 November 2007

Carreras, Domingo, Pavarotti - The Three Tenors in Concert Caracalla - Metha

Hi music fan,
recently I have felt (I use this verb instead of listened, when the music give me good vibration), the classical music album: Carreras, Domingo, Pavarotti - The Three Tenors in Concert Caracalla - Metha. The first time that I have listened it I was ten, I know that this maybe could be appear quite strange, but every young boy I was suggestionable and I have bought this my music tape because I have kidnapped from a ditty that I had listened in a cyclistic TV program. The nameof this ditty is Nessun Dorma that belong to Turandot Opera. Since then this ditty is one of my favorite "song" and I have appreciated very much this album, now that I have found its digital format I relax with all wonderful the ditties that it contain.
I would like suggest you to listen it! Surely you will not disappointed!
See you,

Mio

Wednesday, 21 November 2007

Sogno di Stelle, Polvere d'Amore

L'inizio - Parte Prima

In un villaggio piccolo piccolo perso nello spazio e nel tempo in ricordi troppo distanti e troppo antichi, giaceva sulla cima di una collina come posato da chissà quale gigantesca mano fatata due grandi e maestose rocce, tutti i paesani le chiamavano i Grandi Innamorati vista la forma che nelle sere dell'anno si stagliava contro il cielo rossastro mostrando a tutta la valle il profilo di una coppia di innamorati, lei con i capelli al vento mossi dallo slancio dell'abbraccio, lui con le sue braccia strette attorno ai suoi fianchi. Sembravano danzare ogni sera nei rossore dei tramonti.
Tutte le coppie dei paesi vicini andavano a giurarsi amore eterno ai piedi dei Grandi Innamorati ed essi assistevano dall'alto come muti testimoni alla magia dell'Amore che stava sotto i loro occhi benedicendo le promesse che le giovani coppie solennemente prendevano qualora il loro cuore fosse stato puro.
Nessuno però sapeva la vera storia dei Grandi Innamorati, di quelle strane rocce antropomorfe perchè le parole tramandate si erano ormai perse nel soffio inesorabile del vento del tempo che tutto confonde, che tutto muta, che tutto fa scordare. Ora io conosco tale storia il perché ed il come ora non importano, importa solo la sua magia, la sua verità ed il fatto che tutto veramente è accaduto! Ed ora ve la racconterò.
Era sera piacevole di primavera di festa e balli nel dolce paese di contadini ai piedi della collina, l'estate ormai bussava alle parte della natura i frutti crescevano lentamente, certi assumevano il colore dell'età adulta altri sembravano voler restare eternamente bambini ed acerbi. Le giovani coppie si lanciavano sguardi di timida e vicendevole complicità cercando di sfuggire al controllo vigile degli adulti più inflessibili. Il vino e la musica, i profumi della natura le stelle curiose che dall'alto osservavano avrebbero poi distratto anche loro...
La serata continuava più piacevole che mai, la festa scorreva in un fiume di conviviale vitalità e spensieratezza, gli sguardi di prima ora si incrociavano sul palco in roteanti e fluenti balli, dove i giovani uomini tentavano di comportarsi come cavalieri d'altri tempi mentre le giovani donne mostravano di non aver svanito nel tempo la loro innata aurea di alteri angeli piovuti da chissà quale magnifico cielo alieno. Tra le coppie una brillava su tutte, i due giovani che si erano appena incontrati in quella festa ma nonostante ciò erano l'essenza dell'armonia, assieme l'uno risaltava la bellezza dell'altra e viceversa. Quella sera tutti restavano ammaliati dalla luce vivida che sprigionavano, luce di gioventù, luce di spensieratezza che brilla senza perché, che arde di solo Amore. In una pausa nei continui balli della serata i due giovani decisero di appartarsi nel bosco all'ombra di una grande quercia, dall'alto una pallida luna illuminava i loro volti donando alla giovane fanciulla viso d'angelo. Brune introvabile perle gli occhi, raggi di stelle d'orati di eteree galassie i profumati capelli sulle sue spalle, di seta come nel lontano oriente non è mai esistita e mai esisterà la pelle il sorriso dolce, luminoso e splendente di lei illuminava il cuore del giovane la sua risata era rumorosa e vitale come un bosco d'uccelli innamorati a primavera. Il giovane volava sulle ali dell'Amore credendo di avere i piedi per terra... quanto si sbagliava, molto poco aveva capito della magia di quella notte! Lei sotto la stessa luna guardava forse con gli stessi occhi quel giovane spettinato, strano con grandi occhi silvestri incastonati come smeraldi su di un viso che segnava i primi tratti di un giovane uomo.
Amabilmente cominciarono a parlare a conoscersi sempre più a poco a poco la serata scorreva verso l'età matura, la luna cominciava ad abbassarsi e le loro ombre si incrociavano abbracciandosi e baciandosi dietro le loro spalle sulla vecchia quercia; ad un certo punto la magia scese dai rami della quercia come le foglie d'autunno si posò leggermente sui due giovani, le loro labbra si avvicinarono in un bacio di miele soffice come la carezza della brezza estiva gentile come il profumo della primavera di passione vellutata come i giovani petali di una rosa; di maggio fiorito si pitturarono le loro anime il tempo non misurava più quell'istante per loro, l'una era la misura dell'altro la leggerezza era nel loro cuore il resto non contava, l'Amore era nato ma nessuno dei due lo sapeva.
I due giovani continuarono a frequentarsi di nascosto per tutta l'estate ma quando il bosco cominciò a vergognarsi ed incalvirsi presero la decisione di dichiarare il proprio Amore alle loro famiglie. Purtroppo per loro le due famiglie erano da lunghi anni in profondi dissapori e, non appena i giovani le convocarono per rendere noto il loro Amore, scoppiò tra i rispettivi genitori una profonda lite; la giovane coppia fu separata e ad entrambi fu vietato di frequentarsi.


Mio

Monday, 19 November 2007

Telegrafo Mountain: Slight Returns...

Hi bloggers,

it was yesterday evening about at 9:00 PM that I had a shower, my shoulder and my legs ached a little for the rucksuck weight that I have brought on my back for about ten hours and for the long walk that has take about thirty kilometers in the mountain. Now it's about 5:30 AM (the day after), my shoulder and my legs ache little less but I feel more then good! But now let's talk a little about yesterday...
Like every Sunday tomorrow I went to had a trip on mountain with my friend Nicola. Of course, like every time more or less, we departed from my home to an unknown mountain near Busa. After some little map-geographic and orienting problems, we have arrived to mountain refuge Graziani on Baldo Mountain; no sunshine has waiting for us only a cold and covered morning has gave us the welcomed!
After a while we have convinced each other that we have done a mmistake for the point of start but we have been near to the right point... in that moment we have done our second, now very big, mistake!
At 9:00 AM we were ready to went to Cima Telegrafo, yes the same place of last Sunday, but yesterday we have reached it from north-east, and not from south east. After twenty minutes of walk on the pave road we have took the path into a beech wood tree, the path S.A.T. numbered 251, that we haven't left for a long, long time... . After one hour we have left our last grass field and we have walked on the ridge, with a fall and dark Garda Lake on our right and a yellow grass-fields on our left distance behind an high barrier of Mugo-Pine tree. We have walked talked nicely about the week things that we have had occurred, sometimes with a short breath sometimes with a tea cup in our hand. We have continued to walk mountain top after mountain top and we have found nobody on our path not even we haven't saw in distance a lonely hunt with his faith dog have kept us company.
The third mountain top have conquered, all over 2000 meters, and about three hours of walk have passed but we haven't saw Cima Telegrafo jet, something haven't returned in our count because we must been very near to it! Just after about other two hours we have discovered how we have mistaken... .
It was 12:40 PM the first time that Nicola has told me the time, and Cima Telegrafo has been ahead us behind a mountain top, after about one hour and five fairly high mountain top we were under the big metal cross that signed almost every mountain top in the alps. We drunk our hot tea, ate some plain chocolate and of course ate my traditional trekking cake that I made the day before (this time was an traditional Trentino apple cake). At 2:00 PM we were ready to went home, we were awared that the return trip will be very long. We took the path S.A.T. numbered 252 down to the mountain through the mughi under a shiny sun. After about two-three hours we have walked again on a pave road that has conducted us to the car at mountain refuge Graziani. Time have been passed and a curios paled moon has kept us company. We have been distance from the car jet, the chilly night has knocked with its hand on our bodies, we have dressed all our chilly-dress protection maybe we have seemed alone heroes of lost times... surely for the alone cars that has passed on the road we have seemed alone crazy guys! :-)
After a while the paled and curious moon has met in the sky million of shiny stars to talked about that two strange guys that have walked only with the company of their dark and faithful shadow. At about 6:40 PM, after about ten hour and thirty kilometers, I was in the parking place a little bit tired but light and free!
After a well-deserved supper pause at the near small village we went home, but now you know the rest of the story...
I would like to thanks with Nicola for him preciuos company that never bore ad always is bright and stimulate our chat. Many thanks Nicola!
From yesterday I'll bring with me the lightness of the fatigue when you passed a good time with a good person, when you walk on a crest mountain top by mountain top, when the moon signed you the road with the cold kiss of the night chilly keep you company. For me few things are precious like this and very few are better than this!
Good bye,

Mio


PS: This time there are not the traditional large photo gallery because the time wasn't very good!

Thursday, 15 November 2007

Close To The Edge -Yes

Hi people,

here I am, I have been listening intensively since three weeks my last Yes album, Close To The Edge, and it hasn't stuffed me this meaning for me that it is a really good album then I have decided to write some personal opinion on it, maybe I'll persuade someone to listen it!
First of all it is important find for this album a place in the infinite sky of rock music, this place is the piebald galaxy of progressive rock. At this two last words someone will stop to read this post, I know this sort of rock is heavy to listen but for me it is very delicious if you find the patience to listen it.
But now let's return to talk about Close To The Edge, it has composed of three songs, this is terrible for people that come from a nowadays pop-rock because because it means that each song has an enormous length, don't worry about this! Every song, like every progressive-rock song is organize in more movement, like in classical music, where music themes change from a beginning to an ending. The three songs are:
  1. "Close to the Edge" (Jon Anderson, Steve Howe) – 18:42
    • "The Solid Time of Change"
    • "Total Mass Retain"
    • "I Get Up I Get Down"
    • "Seasons of Man" (song sample - 176K)
  2. "And You and I" (Anderson; Themes by Bill Bruford, Howe, Chris Squire) – 10:09
    • "Cord of Life"
    • "Eclipse" (Anderson, Bruford, Howe)
    • "The Preacher the Teacher"
    • "Apocalypse"
  3. "Siberian Khatru" (Anderson; Themes by Anderson, Howe, Rick Wakeman) – 8:55

Now you can see the enormous length :-).
If you are an entrant of prog-rock and you want approach to it I advise you to try to listen several times the second song if you like it maybe you will like every Yes's song and more other progressive rock band.
And You And I it's form me the best song in this album, when I have listen it first time I have felt the atmosphere that every excellent song had risen in me to put it better I understand that
I haven't listen a song but I have felt it, it's difficult to explain it for me but I hope that you have understand my thought, right now (it is a curious coincident or I am very very slow when I write in English :-)) I am "feeling" the movement The Preacher The Teacher, it's fantastic how the fairy voice of Anderson follow the music the became voice and voice music!
The other songs of the album are also interesting but I have founded it a little bit more difficult to listen immediately, but this is only my personal opinion. Anyhow the beautiful of this album in general is enclose in it dreaming, soft and ethereal atmosphere that you can find in the pictures of the cover, the dreaming Yes's Atmosphere!!!
See you soon,

Mio

Monday, 12 November 2007

Cima Telegrafo

Hi dears readers,

this morning is my very pleasure talk to you of my last trekking tour, that yesterday took me on Cima Telegrafo a mountain top in Baldo group mountain that is the last group mountains in north east part of Italy, close to Garda Lake, before Pianura Padana (the biggest plain in the north of Italy).
Yesterday morning at 7.00 AM I was waiting my friend Nicola ready for execute the diabolic trekking plain that Saturday evening we planned start from almost four possibility that Nicola have found on some guide maps. After about one hour were in the parking place of Prada Alta, a very small village over Brenzone on Garda Lake, ready to go.
Soon the pave road it changed into a dirt road encircled of ochre fall grass field, ancient farms observed us with severe curiosity from the both sides of road. The sun had some trouble to break down the morning mist but we were sure that after it's going to keep us company.
After about thirty minutes we was on a hill top where we can saw hill cling south side of Garda Lake, behind our back the mountain top was waiting us. We passed through a secular beech tree wood, at its end we found the cold kiss of autumnal wind to gave us the welcomed. We were at mountain refuge Mondini, fall grass field were all over around us our chat were continued about the maximum system that rule the world... soon Nicola had observed that we brought back to talked to the same one. Today thought at yesterday smart chat I'm agree with him! :-)
After about thirty we were at the mountain refuge Fiori del Baldo, the air were become chilly and blew heavy then ever, it was a fresh breath of life for my plumb and a recharge for my brain. Meanwhile Nicola had caressed Meggie a big S. Bernardo that kept a sleeping guard to the refuge. We were ready to gone to the next stage, Cima Telegrafo waiting for us.
The wind kept us company, the bright and always interesting chats have forgotten us the chilly new strange and unexpected scenarios recompensed our fatigue. We were arrived on mountain top, Cima Telegrafo, with a great satisfaction! Unfortunately for us the mountain refuge of Cima Telegrafo, G. Barana, was close and Nicola was hungry like a shark after an entire year of starve! Fortunately for him I have brought for both some delicious (?) cake that I have cuisine the day before (I'll post the recipe soon). Maybe I have appeared to his eyes like a sort of magic, big, bearded and talked S.Bernardo that gave him cake instead a good small barrel of liqueur... a terrible NIGHTMARE!!! I hope that you have appreciated it. After some pictures we have been on the return path, the sky have been clear and bright our step have become a little bit more heavy but we haven't cared less of this. Before we have left the last mountain refuge Fiori del Baldo, we have entered to took a good mountain elixir Nicola advise me to tried a drink called Bombardino (a bad translation sound like small bomber), it is a bomb, if you have occasion will try it!
When Bombardino has become to do its effect (about twenty second after last sip), we have been ready to left the refuge. On the way of return we have decided to took another path trust on our orientation faculty (we have remembered last "triumphant"excursion but not the first one :-)), after too many kilometers for come back, we have realized that we have token a wrong path! Our (? :-)) mood anyhow have been high, and after thirty minutes we have found the right path! On a hill top near a ancient farm a beautiful and breathtaking sunset on Garda Lake has full my eyes, we enjoy it for ten minutes after that red, blue, yellow, violet have been substitute by dark eyes of a young evening ready to dress the cloth of a wonderful night. At about 5.00 PM we were in the parking place, mood & happy!
I would like another time thanks to Nicola for his good company his bright and smart point of view on everything and in particular on the only system that rule the world :-). With you every tour isn't boring. (maybe it could be idiot or stupid... ;-)). Finally I would thanks to him for tolerate my sunset-photos-sick (an hold personal pathology) that has brought me to take hundreds and hundreds narcissist and not photos when the sunny down! Many thanks Nicola!!!
Yesterday I really enjoy, with this trip I have erase almost all of heavy things that have touched me during the week, nothing new just old thought that I hope some day stop to torture me. Yesterday I lost many times the Time dimension and this mean for me that I have stop it in my memories!
Good bye,

Mio

Thursday, 8 November 2007

Red -King Crimson

Hi blogger,
today I would like present you an album that recently I have discovered again and I have very appreciate. This is Red a King Crimson's album. King Crimson are a progressive rock band that was born in the end of '60, it was very popular since its first release album (The court of the Crimson King) where we can find almost pure that this band and in particular its leader, Robert Fripp, will bring ahead until now even if the composition of band have change many times during the years. What I have found fantastic in King Crimson are first of all the delicacy of some song and the magnificent power of other! I don't want be high hat, but for my experience (first of all I have proved it on me) this band it is not easy to listen, but don't demoralize if you try to hang it there you'll be recompensed! Of course this is only my personal opinion!
Let's back again to Red, I want to advise it to you just for two (of fours) good, dreaming, delicate and why not romantic songs: Fallen Angel and Starless. Who people that have never listened some progressive rock surely hear the songs very strange and maybe they will ask to their self: "Where are delicate, romanticism, dreaming..." unfortunately I can't show to you. Every time that I have listened it I like stop for a while rise the volume and put on my headphones and listen, every time the time dimension fairly change at in the end I feel better. Because I have done a trip in memories and a trip in my hopes!
Someone could thing that my toughs, my words doesn't have sense I image it but fortunately only this...
See you soon blogger, if you have the occasion listen this album maybe you will appreciate it!

Mio



PS: There are another two good songs: Red and Providence. Both are quite complicated to listen, maybe are a mirror of the pure King Crimson's progressive songs.

Monday, 5 November 2007

Pernici's Mountain Refuge

Hi to everyone,

here we are in the middle of fall season, fortunately the weather save us days where we can still enjoy the beautiful of a nature that play to became old and die before born to a new life.
Yesterday morning I gone with my friend Nicola to Nino Pernici's refuge, it is a small and pretty refuge that overlooking on the west side Busa. We departe at 7:00 AM from my home without destination but after a very long discussion, about 2 minutes, we were agree. In 30 minutes we have arrived to Mezzolago in Ledro valley with rucksack on back ready to go. Soon our chat left place to a deep and persistent short of breath, we have asked to the other, with smiling face, who have had that morning the good idea to depart from there... meanwhile the climb have gone on but this didn't stops our conversation that have returned to keep company.
After one hour, we have arrived to Bocca di Dromaè. Busa was opposite from us and Ledro valley was behind us, we have arrived on the path that will bring us to Pernici's refuge, the cold kiss of Fall's wind have remembered us that were batter walk and never stop.
We have followed the path that remain in quote (about 1500 mt.) and after about one hour we were set down on a bench outside Pernici's mountain refuge (unfortunately it were closed!!!). The sun have hidden behind the clouds we have disappointed. After we have eaten our minimal packet lunch we have ready to come back. When we have arrived to Bocca Saval curiosity have knock (again like every time) to our mind so we have decided to take a new path for the return. Then with a map in the hands we was ready to lost, like almost time, in the mountain... :-) . The sun have become to show its pale cold face, the afternoon become bright we have relaxed on the field, the wind have become gently and the silence have had the voice of the shoal grass move by the wind. It was the soft voice of autumn that sang a delicate song for us. We won't depart from there! After a while we were in the naked wood, on the return way, where some last anarchist and egoist trees tried to keep their leafs for them gift us the very last beautiful autumn colors before the wind and chilly will blow all away.
After about seven (!!!) hours we were at the parking ready to come back to home, were waiting us a good wine and some maroon. What I will wish more from yesterday? NOTHING!
What I remember jet of yesterday? The Fall's song that sang with the soft and gently voice of the wind through grass, that sang the whisper of leafs that fell down like a red-yellow rain that didn't dip, that didn't came from a beautiful sky.
Thanks to Nicola for good and peerless company and everything else!!!
Say good bye,

Mio

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