Bellissimo regalo di Jack, questa foto scattatami durante il cammino Primitivo, nella nostra salita ai Picos de Europa. La vedo ora per la prima volta.
La mattina presto sembrava ci aspettasse una giornata di foschia, ma salendo quel che si è rivelato ai nostri occhi sono stati panorami di incredibile limpidezza. Ricordo che nel momento in cui Jack mi ha scattato questa foto eravamo quasi in cima, e bisognosi di una pausa ognuno di noi quattro si era fermato in un suo angolino. Insieme, come sempre, ma uno a 100 mt dall'altro, chi addentando una mela, chi spalmando un panino di marmellata, chi all'ombra sfuggendo uno svenimento, chi a petto nudo aspettando che la maglietta sudata si asciugasse al sole intagliando il suo bastone. Sorridendoci da lontano, quando i nostri sguardi si incrociavano, ma rispettando le nostre solitudini e i nostri silenzi, tutti con lo sguardo volto nella stessa direzione: l'orizzonte e la strada appena percorsa. Quella linea scura che si vede è la foschia da dove provenivamo, che abbiamo superato sia in distanza che in altitudine. Che fatica quel giorno, ma che essenza meravigliosa. Amicizia a solitudine andavano a braccetto, senza essere una l'antitesi dell'altra.
That's a beautiful present from Jack, it's a pictures that he took of me during our climb to Picos de Europa on the Camino Primitivo. I see it today for the first time. Early that morning it seemed like we were expecting a foggy day, but later going uphill the only thing that our eyes have seen were incredibly clear landscapes. I remember that when Jack took this pictures of me we were almost on the top, and in need of a break, every one of the four of us stopped in his own spot. Together, as always, but one 100 mt from the other, someone biting an apple, someone spreading some jam on a piece of bread, someone in the shade escaping a faint, someone bare breasted waiting for the t-shirt to dry in the sun carving his wood stick. Smiling each other from afar when our eyes gazed, but respecting our silences and our solitudes, everyone looking to the same direction: the horizon and the way we just hiked over. The dark line that you can see is the fog from where we came from, the one that we beat in altitude and distance. How exhausting that day, but what a stunning essence. Friendship and loneliness were going hand in hand that day, without being one the antithesis of the other.
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That's a beautiful present from Jack, it's a pictures that he took of me during our climb to Picos de Europa on the Camino Primitivo. I see it today for the first time. Early that morning it seemed like we were expecting a foggy day, but later going uphill the only thing that our eyes have seen were incredibly clear landscapes. I remember that when Jack took this pictures of me we were almost on the top, and in need of a break, every one of the four of us stopped in his own spot. Together, as always, but one 100 mt from the other, someone biting an apple, someone spreading some jam on a piece of bread, someone in the shade escaping a faint, someone bare breasted waiting for the t-shirt to dry in the sun carving his wood stick. Smiling each other from afar when our eyes gazed, but respecting our silences and our solitudes, everyone looking to the same direction: the horizon and the way we just hiked over. The dark line that you can see is the fog from where we came from, the one that we beat in altitude and distance. How exhausting that day, but what a stunning essence. Friendship and loneliness were going hand in hand that day, without being one the antithesis of the other.
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