Pian's agent in San Lorenzo
Maybe I was expecting from this evening. A gypsy on the mountains is not a sin during vacaze in the mountains after all, is only a chance, without a Russian Roulet is at stake, the risk of throwing away two hours at most. When I come to Pian Arno the sun has disappeared below the plain for some time, rose 23.00, to the north-eastern stretch of street lights: Piacenza, perhaps, a matter of geographical ignorance. An hour's journey, twelve miles air and thirty on the road, I start from the valley station already eaten. What is the stereotype
dell'astrofilo mean? I wonder without knowing the answer when there is a satisfactory, unique, satisfying. Encounter a bear, if it can be called, dressed as a amateur, outgoing, start a discussion that died instantly, "it is lean. I raise my head up, upwards, towards the summer constellations, is a beautiful evening! I will be naive or inexperienced, but the limiting magnitude reaches the zenith at least 6.5 laps Perseus and the Milky Way and Scorpio. In low over some slight haze reflects the glow of distant dispensers IL, the city.
central star in M27, the two bands of dust on Andromeda, Sagittarius and a salute to sbaraccare. Half an hour to watch. I was hoping to meet someone. The nearby huts Cosola empty, ditto for Jupiter, difficult search for "friends" in lands unknown. If I took care each, always better than two. Observational rather than an exploring expedition. Positive because it spent in good company with two friends, bad for the hope remained that of finding a soul, or almost.
The return on the narrow road is not recommended, is the only armed with good will. A tribute to all those who climb up the mountains in search of dark skies even in the bad season, congratulations.
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