Look at the nature of this grass, save it fine and listen. Leaves, the cuckoo; many birds in the trees – who knows who they are? – with their cries and their peep, crickets in the grass, the wind passing through the leaves. A big concert that thrives life your, completely indifferent, detached from what happens to me, from death that aspect. The ants continue to walk, birds sing to them it gave, the wind blows.
The fleeting beauty of Forsythia – Averara, Province of Bergamo, Lombardy, Italy.
Transience of life! – Dance Macabre, Fresco, Casa Milesi, Cassiglio, Brembana Valley, Province of Bergamo, Lombardy, Italy
We are ready for winter! – Belfiore, Branzi, Bergamo, Lombardia, Italia
Quasi un Tuner, Explosioni, Festa della Sacra Spina, San Giovanni Bianco, Val Brembana, Bergamo, Lombardia, Italia
I don’t need anything, I just need to go to the mountains! Giuanun, Branzi, Bergamo Alps, Lombardy, Italy
Summer is over – Mountains in the fog, Higt Brembana Valley, Bergamo, Italy