I feel good, ta-na-na-na-na-na-na ... All we need is put me to sing "I feel good, ta-na-na-na-na-na-na", as I ran like an arrow launched in the woods and meadows and Susegana Collalto Sunday. was just over a year since I savor that feeling of lightness and freedom, joy and at the same time conscious of power. no, not exaggerating. and above all I do not have a swelled head. it's just that the race is as follows: gives you excitement, you drug with good humor and, sometimes, makes you enjoy what it means to remove the feet from the ground, lose weight ... and, almost, almost, take flight!
the magic tree there is a place in the woods of Montello - along the dirt street that connects diagonally taking 8 to 9 south - a place where there is: a magical tree. long roots protruding from the raised edge of the road seem to be the fingers of one hand of invitation or even, perhaps, wickedly stretched out to hold the traveler. the magic tree dominates the street, you can not go without being subject to its control. He examines you and very nearly touches you while extensions on the side. non riesci a passare senza avere fatto i conti con lui, senza avergli detto qualcosa o avergli sentito pronunciare una qualche domanda, un monito, o un rimprovero. così, ieri mattina, da solo, in quel bosco un po' tetro ho fatto i conti coi miei fantasmi, col passato, col torbido presente e lo spaventoso futuro, mentre sbuffavo di corsa, sudato, in un'umida domenica d'inverno.
