I Have A White Bump Above My Tooth

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After the unsuccessful attempt yesterday to go to climb, because bad weather dl, despite the efforts of Darius, who had immediately accepted the proposal, despite returning the same from a long ride, today I went biking in Palmanova, down a little frequented by traffic, except for some piece of state route for navigation errors. The wind and rain have tried in vain to spoil the ride, largely under the sun, surrounded by villages that had never seen, and fun meetings. Tonight I feel the pain and fatigue on the legs with saddle within 51 km of road in two hours.

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Symphony Spring

Because of the rain the design of a day in the mountains is blurred and so too a afternoon of climbing. The window of good weather which opens this afternoon, however, convinces me of holidays and the tireless uncle Dario a walk in the valleys of Natisone. The route is suggested by him is a road closed to traffic from a town I can not remember the name. We start late and only around at 17 we are traveling. Darius is fascinated by the little river that runs under the road and so decided to try fishing. Just in the deep pool below the waterfall seems nascodersi a prize, the fisherman then choose the appropriate bait, fill out a license, but luck smiles at the little fish because Darius has forgotten the barrel at home! Laughing to go back to our taste. The landscape is interesting, the road runs along the river fed by many streams that descend from the forest. Here and there traces of old abandoned buildings and ruins, including an old moss-covered bridge. Walking leads to open to the world and to others. The sound of a chainsaw anticipates the meeting with a lumberjack. We take an opportunity to exchange a few words and get to know aspects of his work and a bit 'in its history. Tells us about his country orgine in war, as people who had shared everything in peace and become enemies of how violence changes their life in an unexpected way and with a relentless drive that, inexplicably, check him until the brother convinces him to leave. With regards resumed our march towards a not very clear goal. Above us, affected by the sun, we see the peaks of Kolovrat and some villages under it. We plan to reach them, but soon the road turns elsewhere and begin to fall as we continue enjoying the sun still warms the wood, the scent of its colors. We are very fortunate because we can see five deer fleeing down in the woods. It must be a very busy area of \u200b\u200bthis animal that we saw the remains of an unfortunate example devoured by some other wild inhabitant of these woods. Continuing to walk and chat to cross a road had come from here we can surely reach the villages, but time is short and Dario is already late for her date for dinner with the family. We descend quickly to the car. The silence of the forest is wonderful and we are immersed in the symphony of birds singing all around us at night and getting ready to spring. We are literally surrounded and sounds that come from all parts make us feel the depth of these spaces. Now we are at the machine, the noise of the waterfalls is strong, like the smell good and clean air. Surrounded by black peaks of the mountains silhouetted against the bright blue of the sky, following a bright star that stands out against the sunset, we go home.


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Between the sun and wind

More than six months do not touch the rock. Commitments, the long winter and injuries have forced us to a long pause. It is a month later, that due to a heavy stiff neck and a general fatigue, thanks to Matilda that always makes us sleep so much or that are not even able to train in Taekwon do. Today, despite everything, I take: using the first day of spring sunshine, I'm with Fred (aka Manara) Gemona for climbing. Dario is still recovering from the operation in the back, but soon will be back with us. At 16 we are climbing. Towards the plain is overcast, but the sun light and warmth from the west wall, beaten by an annoying wind, as often happens in these parts. Here are some people, but the walls are free of interest to us. No hurry we prepare, we awaken the slumbering chord from its long hibernation, wear harnesses and tight narrow shoes, check seals, and the nodes are ready. I birth on the second easiest. The feet are moving well, my head is light and quiet, while the body and tied, weighed down and tired. The wind does not help, sweep my long hair and annoys the rise. Arriving at the top of the camera to assure a spit, with a small stand attached to a carabiner, and launch a video shot for the rise of the Faith. Manar is now in great shape, perhaps for the turbulent morning for work, perhaps because of its brilliant fit, able to reach the end of the road, overcoming a difficult transition for him always. Unfortunately, the video, which is limited in a machine so small, shows only the first steps of his climb. Now it's my turn again. To the third because of low wall. I move again without fear, but not fluently and I can not enjoy myself as I want. A half via a strange movement causes me a pain in the chest, I fear, given recent experience, but luckily it's nothing serious. Going to turn away, Manara again demonstrates the determination and serenity, but its audacity it must come to terms with the difficulty of the road that leads him to retreat. From there I just continued to climb. By now the sun went down behind a mountain. The lights are hotter first and then more faintly, the wind is silent. I decide to do one more climb. After getting stuck in an involuntary departure twisted position, super speed the way, especially having fun in the middle, where I can imagine a chain of movements that gives me a bit 'satisfaction. After photographing a beautiful yellow flower that is included with the chain at the end of the street, get out and enjoy the scenery. Still calmly, after calling Ilaria who is training in the gym happily, we put away all equipment and, speaking of dreams and nightmares, we return home. Antagonists, sun and wind, have characterized this afternoon, a sign of a breakthrough time, as well as my emotions in conflict: on one hand the excitement of the preparations and departure, and secondly the general dissatisfaction, disappointment of a 'expectation betrayed. Not having to start all the rage all over again, not the joy of the beautiful day, but only a neutral satisfaction. I crawl between these thoughts while I toast my penultimate day with beer (pilsner No.7) and discovering the signs of fatigue in this background, due to two precarious years of sleep and time intensive, which makes me listless and without energy a month. I hope that winter will take away the energies of old and tired and that spring will bring a fresh and vigorous.

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