In the middle of the forest, I find my little voice. Other times, I try to deafen all noises: music, insignificant thoughts, voices of the people around, cars... But in the middle of the forest, as in face of the sea or in the mountain summit, the little voice that remember that everyone is afraid (and that everyone thinks that is crazy when hears it). Little voice that wants the answers to the questions that nobody wants.
Yesterday morning, during the seven minutes to arrive to the mountain summit, immerse in the silence over the trees, I see my shadow in the snow, and the voice demands why I love the illusion of love, more that the love itself. Rare question for whom that always thinks distinguishing the love from the obsessions. Or the love from the passions.
Seven minutes of silence, alone seeing the white summits of the mountains. Blue ski, a little noise of the teleski cable. No wind, no screams down on the tracks. The little voice does not speak more. Why? Only one time is sufficient to produce in my head a lot of questions... as the little snowball causes the avalanche.
After during the ride, I heard the sound of the board sliding the snow and sometimes my breath. In my mind only the lines on the track, the better choice to descend, to speed control, to get down. The first question and the avalanche does not important. May be during the other seven minutes If I choose the same path, I think about it. If I find other silence time.
The silence my little voice - says the answer - is the absence of the world".
Seven minutes of silence, alone seeing the white summits of the mountains. Blue ski, a little noise of the teleski cable. No wind, no screams down on the tracks. The little voice does not speak more. Why? Only one time is sufficient to produce in my head a lot of questions... as the little snowball causes the avalanche.
After during the ride, I heard the sound of the board sliding the snow and sometimes my breath. In my mind only the lines on the track, the better choice to descend, to speed control, to get down. The first question and the avalanche does not important. May be during the other seven minutes If I choose the same path, I think about it. If I find other silence time.
The silence my little voice - says the answer - is the absence of the world".
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