Western Birthday Invitation Wording

Monte Cardiff and the colors of the sunset on Mount

As a child I was always accompanied by a thought in terms of colors: I have always asked the question if those tones were indeed the case or the result of the perception of 'human eye. It is well known that animals can see different colors than our own, then it would not be so absurd to think that even among people can trigger perceptions unequal. My red blue could be someone else, sparking different preferences and different moods. Although there are cameras and cameras that incorporate objectively, however, tools are always calibrated by the man, so I'm not able to provide a reality with absolute answers. That is always insist in saying that the reality not exist, but that is just a figment of our perception. The colors are essentially vibrations with specific wavelengths, we might even live to see the nightmare ( with our human eye) is a completely monochrome world, only electromagnetic waves grantor. With this premise, the colors may even become a sound. You synesthesia a very romantic I like to think so. After all, as it has limited our visible spectrum, it is equally the sound: we can not perceive nor infrasound or ultrasound, vibration outside the hearing range, above and below the hearing threshold pain. So it could also be possible that the sine waves of colors are perceived in those specific fields, and certainly not by the human ear, but hearing from other equipment. We have a perfect filter (our sense organs) to perceive all these vibrations, to admire the absolute and relative beauty of the colors. How can the everyday li dia così facilmente per scontati? Ogni sera, sulle montagne, accadono i miracoli . La Natura si lascia scivolare addosso tanta di quella di energia da vestirsi d’incanto. Tutto si infuoca e poi si distende, animandosi di un’antica passione, vecchia quanto il genere umano in grado di percepirla. Da Monte Cardito, sopra Campotosto, ammiravamo tante di quelle montagne da perderne il conto. Corno Grande e Corno Piccolo percepiti da lì sembravano un corpo unico, seguiti da Intermesoli e Monte Corvo, che con quella luce si addolcivano in ogni loro angolo. Pizzo Camarda mostrava il suo lato più aspro, ma tutta quella durezza era poi destinata a perdersi sulle linee morbide di Monte Ienca e Monte San Francisco. Behind us the Sibillini showed their higher elevations with Monte Vettore and Top of the Redeemer, as the sun was running on all the liminal threshold, exciting profiles very warm tones, the boundary between reality el'allucinazione. The chain of the Laga was imposed on us with its massive structure, seen so close, it seemed a huge wall on which projects a kaleidoscopic empyrean. Progression in the sky after sunset dyed in a shocking pink, almost synthetic, too absurd to be found in nature, yet it was so, in his capacity as concretely as possible. Amaranth burnt the tone of shady woods, that landed with the base of the mountains seemed to ask him their support in vertical thrust. In the midst of all this lay the silent Campotosto. With its flat surface, and in frozen and fluid parts, revealing the delicate reflective of each color cut: he was a witness to the sky, so incredible beauty, emphasizing also the true manifestation of those colors. The sun had set on the summit of Terminillo, all that line of fire traveled long distances going to lose somewhere. As we were lucky to be there at that precise moment, to attend to the disclosure. Hand and when it dissolves in warm tones, rose from behind the mountains i toni del grigio, ambasciatori della notte. Quello spicchio di luna trovava finalmente compagnia con Venere, venuta a trovarla come d’abitudine, adesso come nel Principio. Quanto siamo piccoli di fronte a tutto questo. All’ombra del mondo vivevamo la nostra notte, mentre sotto di noi i piccolissimi lumi artificiali identificavano la posizione dei paesi. Tornavamo così, al buio di quella tiepida luna, senza nemmeno l’esigenza di accendere una lampada frontale. Vivendolo fin dall’inizio, il buio ci permetteva di vedere. O meglio, di guardare . Sentivamo quella notte, facevamo parte di quella terra, ne eravamo ombra ed estensione. In fondo, eravamo la stessa materia di quel tramonto.