The Wood is ordered clean.
Glitters fire quiet.
Colors forest scents of silence.
There is a box of sugar in the bar.
A sewing machine teaches work and patience.
The curves of a design whisper mountains,
forested ridges,
Songs of water
daily adventures
travelers and climbers
Time knows the rhythm of the bells,
a friend of moon and stars.
The rain is a subtle embroidery,
a uncinetto to work, a
prayer, music.
Good Bye...Valtournenche !
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