Refuge Bonatti The mountains have rules Colors, follow the changes of the emotions Rifugio Bertone At night, I open the window and ask the moon to come The flower offered of itself The road must eventually lead to the whole world Hope is the only bee that makes honey without flowers For Crying Out Loud Page1 Page2 Page3 Page4 Page5 Page6 Page7 Page8 Page9 Page10 Page11 Page12 Page13 Page14 Page15 Page16 Page17 Page18 Page19
