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Two posts in one day.
Ok I'm exaggerating.
But before dinner with our remembered Zion trip to the USA.
Time: I state that I adored that trip with my whole being. I love this country enough to feel nostalgic.
The wide-open spaces, changing landscapes, the lunches out of the supermarkets, places, people.
Everything.
I know, he may seem obvious, but for me it does.
We go back tomorrow if I could, I'd go again and I put the car on the road, aimlessly, with no idea, just travel and travel more.
Every place an image, a wonder everywhere different.
like it was yesterday I remember the smells of New York, shouting through the streets, the feelings in front of the Statue of Liberty, the emotions at Ground Zero. I remember the wind in San Francisco, the grandeur of Yosemite, the artificial wonder of Las Vegas and the unique beauty of small towns. I remember the magnificence unchanged dell'Arches Nationa Park, the quiet peace of the night to Monument Valley and a thousand, a thousand other things.
The long deserted roads, ghost towns, the colorful beauty of Bryce Canyon and the majestic Grand Canyon, animals, people and suitcases filled with more and more.
But most of all remember this the place that has impressed me most: the Death Valley.
What could be beautiful in a valley with no life? In a place where the temperature never drops below 40 degrees, where the heat is so strong to dry everything, to make the landscape a barren expanse, to make the air as the fiery breath of the devil?
I think I've always underestimated that place, was just one of many on the map, one of many before Las Vegas.
Arrival at Furnace Creek was in the hot mid-day total more ... 48 degrees!
With the temperature and an empty stomach it is difficult to appreciate anything.
XD But then in the afternoon with a couple of degrees lower and a full belly, on with the car (and air conditioning) to explore the surrounding area and you will see Bad Water, with its expanse of salt, with that warm wind seemed to rip the skin from the face, with the mirages in the distance, and then the Devil's Golf Course, Natural brigde with his warnings about snakes and Artist Drive. All you have already anticipated the beauty of that place.
But with the fall of the dark came the real surprise.
The night came on Furnace Creek without taking the slightest relief.
At eleven o'clock the thermometer was still 40 degrees, but the night had covered everything with his velvet cloak and just outside the lights of the shops and restaurant, everything is transformed into something magical .
The shell was a heavenly dark fabric quilted with a thousand diamonds that shone in all their glory in the moonless night. Stars, stars and even star in the eye, from one end of the horizon, in places where, here, does not believe that there are the stars. Dots as small as needles and other great big glittering stones and all over the black of night. And then a trail of fire and shooting stars, a myriad. A wonder
infinite. And I
there to fix everything, with the nose, unable to stop watching, unable to stop trying surprise, a wonderful summer without end. And while the wonder fills our hearts thoughts were running along with heartbeats.
And so back in the room, it seemed almost natural that flowed from the pen words ... words and even words.

August 10, 2007 DEATH VALLEY

Hot.
as hell under my feet.
The wind ruffles your hair, his arms wrapping them with hugs and warm as those of an ardent lover. Hot
. Intense heat, like you've never heard, even with the darkness that fell mixing with eternity. No cool breeze in the night, no breeze, just that warm wind blowing furiously. Yet
not do not look at the sky above you, great in his black velvet, not do not stand there with the nose and mouth open staring at the expanse of shimmering diamonds, while ' hot air dries your throat and you will crack your lips.
not do not look at the wonder of creation with eyes wide open, with hardly even breathe.
Can not do it.
Stars.
Millions of stars. As you've seen
not like you never even thought of seeing them, maybe even thought they were so many.
Stars who look at you in the eye, stars winking, smiling, stars that they stay there for billions of years to enlighten a world that not even see them in full. But now that
of their reception, t..
Now that they have to fill your eyes, to delight your heart.
They are above you and within you. And you
small, tiny in the vastness of this wilderness of stone and sand, shimmering look with open mouth, while at night surrounds you and the warm wind whips you.
But do not you know it. Lost in the immensity
the universe, contemplate the stars.


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