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Perfect symmetry in the Dolomites.
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A dance between a cloud and a mountain in the Dolomites.
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Waves of granite about to crash over in the Dolomites.
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I want to go to a place where I don't have to talk, or to think. Where the place itself is the thought and the word.
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These moments are happening all the time, all over the world, even while you are sleeping. Watching refugio lagusoi and the amazing Dolomites during sunset.
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Taking time out in the Dolomites.
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Have you ever woken up in a dream sir? And if you had, what would be the signs that it wasn't real?
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Peace comes at that moment at the end of the exhalation, just before inhalation. Time stands still.
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I was run down in the city. Broken. Dirty inside. So, I ran away to this place.
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I watched the clouds making their way through the ridges and felt completely free.
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Becoming aware that the bad thoughts pass just like the clouds.
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I thought about my son and the things in the world that I wanted him to see.
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The last flicker of sunlight in the Dolomites.
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He gave up drugs and alcohol and then discovered....
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I saw a dead man down beneath the Devil's jaw. The vultures were openin him up for dinner.
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There is even suffering in these moments, as they have to end.
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I was so high in that place, that I needed to put stones in my pockets to stop from flying away.
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Make it count. Live dangerously.
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Like the broken, jagged teeth of a giant, who was sleeping under the mountains.
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Why go and visit the mountains when you can enjoy this mountain from the comfort of your own arm-chair.
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The rocks are our brothers. The clouds are our sisters. The sun is our mother. Can't you see? Look. Over there.
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Whereas, on the other hand, this is not real.
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What do you mean your sick? You cant get sick here.
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Today feels like a good day for killing.
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Your problem is that you still think your real.
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I am happy to be a nobody. Please, let me disappear.
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I only learn through pain. Nothing else sticks.
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On the other side of that mountain, is a reality that I have shut out.
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At the edge.
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I felt so small and so grateful.
