Al Caminetto 

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 !

                              

                                                                                                Rocco Auciello,

                                                                                               26,luglio 2005