Painting by F. Baratto I like going to the trails in the fall and breathe the fresh air you know, with the rustle of leaves that accompany the steps and the brilliance of the colors so intense as to soften the look. And 'this is a pleasure I gained growing.
As a child, in the fall, I fell into depression when, in turning lanes, the lanes and fields, where there were my grandmother's life on the farm, watching the agony of the leaves of the walnut-colored burnt with dry husks and comminuted shells, lying under the trees, while leaving the foliage pruned filter the pale rays of the sun.
along the avenues of the vines, the leaves small mounds created by the wind easily carried away, and my grandparents were burning weeds in the fields just as I read the poems of Carducci and Pascoli. My sadness was due to the loss of color in areas that put the spirits only to watch them, to the mist of early morning and dusk gave a sense of sadness and fresh, the silences that sometimes scare me. We also lose the sounds, the smells of must remained, jams just cooked that spreads to the threshing floor in the courtyard and the street.
nocillo The smell of the liquor extracted from the nuts, remained in the air for days and went away when the monks of the monastery of St. Francis came to pick up supplies, taking with him those contrails aromas. Quinces, figs, walnuts, chestnuts gave a sweet-scented and often killed time crunching many delicacies. My grandfather in massed locust Cooper and I often sat on a tub to eat as much as to make indigestion and when he discovered me, told me: " And 'here the filly? "And I laughed so much, to be discovered, for me to be hiccups.
I have rediscovered the value of the autumn in time, as a new vision of life, made me think again about my autumnal melancholy. lawns I have never burned but appeared to change pending suit, and the calm expanse of dry summer after the flashes.
What about the colors of the mountains to buy Veronese green colors of pale orange, from beige to bright red and scorched earth. We need this rest, this sweet calm to reflect the changing seasons and while the children are so long and net change over time are shortened and there invite you to take ours too. I think I love the autumn since I discovered its value and I lived on my body that lives, changed and enriched over time, as the apple of my eye which becomes more intense with each passing season.
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