Fortunately, this bed is placed in front of the window and from here I can see the mountains ahead of me, if it was adjacent to the wall I could just fix the wall. I can only move her eyes, lips and some other body parts like fingers, suffer even to breathe, this time I put really bad, but I know I just need to tempo.Appunto of time but is already two months are immobile in bed and began to be a bit 'tired. And it's not the first time. On the other hand have much time to pensare.Quando I was a kid I was fascinated by the mountains a lot, I spent half an hour to observe their majesty, I climbed the big rock garden and I followed them from their profile from east to west as far as the eye I may, then go back and was the highest when the wind swept the ridges of snow white banner raising.
What a beautiful snow, has always accompanied my most important moments. And I realized only in recent months in hospital during which time I reviewed my life, and I cried. I forgot what it meant to cry, do not happen to me since I was small. How come I have not cried? I did not have reason? Or there were reasons, but they are a tough, insensitive, or perhaps, as the weeping form of communication, we can define a bear, not inclined to discover ... mha, maybe I'll have time to find out. Not now, however, is opening the door to my room and I know that I expect my daily ration of serenity. In fact, the smile of my wife goodbye, opens in a "hello" that is more effective than any painkiller. It 's always been that way ever since we met several years ago. My friend always had convinced her and her friend to come to the cliff, we took the strings on two easy shots, and I've done sure it was the first time he touched the football, but even with the string sent from saliva, as agile as I had never seen done to a neophyte. I was surprised, and I was immediately attracted. At the end of the cold day we got in the car and when we pulled up outside his house I asked to see her again, and I smiled and agreed. Leave here happy by turning on the windscreen of my compact car, was starting to nevicare.Io and my wife are peers at the time of our first meeting we were young, full of ideas, athletic, in their early twenties we began to play sports together, climbing, cycling , skiing, and there was a feeling we were not ever stop, we began to love each other without realizing it, without telling us, but we were aware of what everyone had for each other. Now that has been nearly twenty years is still the case. But something has changed over time, how many times we said I love you, how many times we realized the greatness of our love and we are detti.Già there, but then there are so orso.La first time that I told you I like we were on vacation in the Alps in South Tyrol. It was December and a chairlift that took us to the shelter Panorama froze for a failure and we were there, hanging out on the track for nearly half an hour. Fortunately we had provided a blanket before going, so, under the makeshift tent of wool looked into his eyes and told him, I love you. Again this smile that opened my heart and a kiss. It was snowing; molto.Oggi came without children, by force, it is morning and I'm at school. Supports me in these difficult moments, encouraging me, I know it does not approve of the way down my chiodatore activities that brought me to the second serious accident, but I've never been asked not to, to stop. I realize that suffering to see me suffer, suffer in not having me at home, suffers from the fact that children do not have my greeting before bed and I feel a bit 'to blame for all this. I would tell him, but I know what he would do, its index would begin to press my lips and her smile, yes, his smile again I would say without a voice that knows it already, you do not need that I try to express myself. But I need to force myself, not physically, it is my duty to say what I feel. Not today, is already an hour is here with me and I have to start the visits of ceremony, and greets me, smiling at me and he va.Al time of the first accident the children were not born yet. A double too fast, what cost me the knot at both ends, nothing, and yet I made them and the rope is over too soon and she is hanging, and I have fallen on deaf ears. It was the penultimate double, and about twenty-five feet off the ground I immediately thought it was my time. They say that at times when death is near, you pass in front of images of a lifetime. For me it was not so. I still have ahead of me the view of the cord that goes away and I remember perfectly to have beaten the first time slightly leaning on the wall. This bump me away from the rock and I knew that this was good because the base of the route was flat and rocky, but if I had landed just five feet further, I would run into trees and shrubs on a steep descent. In fact it was so. I arrived on a tree, her arms instinctively leaned forward, breaking a branch that went to stick in my side and slipped into my flesh to puncture a lung. Cacciai a terrifying scream and fall from the tree branch took out alone; cacciai a second scream and I realized I was banging my face on the ground. I woke up in hospital, to be honest surprised to be still alive with a broken wrist, a hole in the lung, bruises and scabs from all sides and the face that looked like a horse steak, grilled, but kept the blood. Part of my bed was her, I smiled. I tried but I came out to greet her voice, so I tried to raise his arm to give her a hint, but it was like getting a shot in the hand ax. My rare steak should have made an ugly grimace from parts of the mouth because my wife stopped smiling, I knew who was suffering with me. We arrived immediately, but later I realized with certainty to be the cause of his ongoing sofferenza.Non stopped smiling because he saw the pain stopped smiling because he saw my dolore.Non I even went to the hall of the brain to stop going on the rock, in fact, I could not wait to get back in shape to start over. I spoke with her the day I resigned, comforted me, saying that it is a reaction so strong that face their fears and moments of uncertainty. That day I became convinced that whatever had happened to me, we always continued to have the feeling, to love and this time I was a surprise, I asked if it was not time to think of a child. I've never seen that look happy, full of emotion, surprise, conscious and alive in his face. I hugged until I hurt his side still blindfolded, then he helped me out the door of the hospital. The road was white. It was snowing for a while '.
Both the birth of the first, second that the sky was purple and sent to earth hexagonal ice crystals. The snow. Always present in the most significative.E today are still immobile, in a hospital bed waiting for them. They bring a fresh wind in this environment quite sad. My kids are spectacular. Do not have realized that this time I almost died for a superficiality to cut a rope from the rock, for an error that I should not commit. I am a nerd who became very ill twice, or are lucky to be still alive? I do not know, but I shudder to think that I could leave them alone. At the bottom are small and also needs a father. And if you died? In many weep over my death. My parents, my children ... and you? She always accompanies me with infinite love, new love, every day, with his smile revitalizing ... no, I can not die, I must not die. It 's true that we are all indispensable, but only as long as we are, then the world will do without us, inevitably, but I ... I want to stay with them, I want them to love, I want to receive their amore.Eccoli, arrived . All three, my wife and children, and I have decided not risk just to make it trivial for an error. I do not most stay in thinking out of the house with ropes, carabiners, drill etc.. And today I'll tell him, and then tell them to everyone, whispering in his ear, that I love them deeply and sincerely. It 's a decision presa.Mentre put in place all this in a split second, my eyes get lost behind the glass of the window and I realize one thing: it's snowing.
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