Mario There is a moment, before dawn, in which everything seems to be waking up. Mario told me, a hunter friend, that was the greatest moment in horse of the woods. He lies in wait there for the strange way to love nature shots that I never understood, but he still had something ancient erituale. Mario was a strange guy, but absolutely anonymous-looking: it was the employee, rather the Ragiunatt (Accountant), a textile company bustocco, busy all day to make ends meet budgets and accounts, and lots of paperwork around taxes. In the evening he came home, ate with his wife and children, then to the 23 went out and spent the night in Milan between dance halls and night (it was the '60s) until 02.03 at night when he came home. He slept two hours and then got up at 4 am to go hunting back home by 6, a shower and off to work.
Mario told me the beauty of this time spent in the woods before dawn when animals were shaking from the torpor of the night and began to refer to the chirping and buzzing and he seemed to wake up in nature.
This morning at 5 when I woke up and heard the birds singing in the garden, thinking Mario with a smile.
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