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BETWEEN SKY AND EARTH<\/p>\n
[\/et_pb_text][et_pb_image admin_label=”Immagine” src=”https:\/\/www.montebiancomontagnasacra.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/05\/rigagrigia.gif” show_in_lightbox=”off” url_new_window=”off” use_overlay=”off” sticky=”off” align=”left” force_fullwidth=”off” always_center_on_mobile=”on” use_border_color=”off” border_color=”#ffffff” border_width=”1px” border_style=”solid” custom_margin=”15px||50px|” disabled=”off” \/][\/et_pb_column][\/et_pb_row][\/et_pb_section][et_pb_section bb_built=”1″ admin_label=”Sezione” transparent_background=”off” allow_player_pause=”off” inner_shadow=”off” parallax=”off” parallax_method=”off” custom_padding=”30px|27px|0px|0px” make_fullwidth=”off” use_custom_width=”off” width_unit=”on” custom_width_px=”1080px” custom_width_percent=”80%” make_equal=”off” use_custom_gutter=”off” fullwidth=”off” specialty=”off” disabled=”off”][et_pb_row admin_label=”Riga” make_fullwidth=”off” use_custom_width=”off” width_unit=”on” custom_width_px=”1080px” custom_width_percent=”80%” use_custom_gutter=”off” gutter_width=”3″ custom_padding=”||50px|” padding_mobile=”off” custom_margin=”||50px|” background_color=”#ffffff” allow_player_pause=”off” parallax=”off” parallax_method=”off” make_equal=”off” column_padding_mobile=”on” parallax_1=”off” parallax_method_1=”off” parallax_2=”off” parallax_method_2=”off” parallax_3=”off” parallax_method_3=”on” parallax_4=”off” parallax_method_4=”on” disabled=”off”][et_pb_column type=”4_4″][et_pb_post_title admin_label=”Titolo del Post” title=”on” meta=”on” author=”off” date=”off” date_format=”j F Y” categories=”off” comments=”off” featured_image=”off” featured_placement=”below” parallax_effect=”on” parallax_method=”on” text_orientation=”left” text_color=”dark” text_background=”off” text_bg_color=”rgba(255,255,255,0.9)” title_font_size=”34px” use_border_color=”off” border_color=”#ffffff” border_width=”1px” border_style=”solid” disabled=”off” \/][et_pb_text admin_label=”Testo” background_layout=”light” text_orientation=”left” use_border_color=”off” border_style=”solid” disabled=”off” border_color=”#ffffff”]<\/p>\n
\u201cIt was not the wretched fame of being the first woman attempting such kind of adventure that was giving me that euphoria; it was more the consciousness of the spiritual wellness obtained\u201d<\/p>\n
Henriette d\u2019Angeville<\/em><\/p>\n …Such is the view from the top of Mont Blanc, that togetherness, so imposing, more radiant to the sun light. The sky, it was of a gloomy azure, from our head it lightened till becoming plain blue over the horizon: but the colours were so fused in to one another that it would\u2019ve been impossible to identify the exact point of the mutation. 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The sky, it was of a gloomy azure, from our head it lightened till becoming plain blue over the horizon: but the colours were so fused in to one another that it would\u2019ve been impossible to identify the exact point of the mutation. That sky so extraordinary, that caos of immane mountains, those pierced clouds overcome by grey peaks, the eternal snow, the solemn silence of that desert, the absence of any noise, of any living being, of vegetation and especially of a big city whose view could remind us that we are not far from mankind,<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":695,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"on","_et_pb_old_content":" Scalare il Monte Bianco \u00e8 un pellegrinaggio durante il quale esploriamo i nostri abissi interiori e sulla vetta ritroviamo ci\u00f2 che abbiamo sempre cercato: noi stessi. Courmayeur alla fine degli anni '60 era un piccolo paesino di montagna. Avevo iniziato a vincere qualche gara e mi allenavo sciando in neve fresca con una persona che cercava di conquistare le grandi vette: Walter Bonatti. Eravamo visionari, alla ricerca dell'assoluto. Ci confidavamo i nostri sogni, parlavamo del mistero della vita come se potesse un giorno essere svelato. Walter amava il silenzio, la solitudine e le montagne: le guardava con grande amore studiando a tavolino ogni passo, ogni strettoia, ogni appiglio. Walter possedeva innata eleganza e gentilezza d'animo, in lui si avvertiva l'astuzia del giaguaro, una forza di spirito che fluisce e dona la vita. Nei momenti pi\u00f9 difficili, lo spirito lo spronava inarrestabile, la forza superiore del suo essere lo avvolgeva e prendeva il sopravvento. Per i miei 18 anni mi aveva invitato a scalare Les Grandes Jorasses e lass\u00f9, sulla vetta, avevamo condiviso - brindando - la visione di un\u2019Europa Unita, senza frontiere.<\/p> La Montagna Sacra richiama anime a cui piace l\u2019introspezione, apparentemente vagabondi dell\u2019inutile. Sir Leslie Stephen, padre di Virginia Woolf, nell\u2019agosto del 1873 arrivava in vetta per ammirare il tramonto.\u00a0 Sui pendii della Montagna Sacra Walter Bonatti cercava la solitudine come condizione per vivere pi\u00f9 intensamente . Il Monte Bianco in antico segnava un confine invalicabile, oggi \u00e8 un ponte tra i popoli, non li separa ma li abbraccia; \u00e8 la Montagna Sacra, simbolo dell\u2019unit\u00e0 del continente Europa.<\/p>","_et_gb_content_width":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[39],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.montebiancomontagnasacra.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/813"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.montebiancomontagnasacra.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.montebiancomontagnasacra.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.montebiancomontagnasacra.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.montebiancomontagnasacra.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=813"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.montebiancomontagnasacra.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/813\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.montebiancomontagnasacra.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/695"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.montebiancomontagnasacra.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=813"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.montebiancomontagnasacra.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=813"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.montebiancomontagnasacra.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=813"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nThat sky so extraordinary, that caos of immane mountains, those pierced clouds overcome by grey peaks, the eternal snow, the solemn silence of that desert, the absence of any noise, of any living being, of vegetation and especially of a big city whose view could remind us that we are not far from mankind, everything, in one word, together to create an illusion of a new world, of being transported in the earliest eras. For a second I thought of assisting to the spectacle of creation that rises from the womb of caos. \u201cNow that you have seen everything that can be seen from a peak\u201d Cutter told me \u201cyou have to go to places that are even higher then the Mont Blanc\u201d
\n\u201cIs there a road that takes us to the moon from here?\u201d
\n\u201cYou shall see\u201d
\nAnd, showing me his hand entangled together with Displan\u2019s he invited me to sit down on that improvised chair: I did it guessing his intention; so the two mountaineers lifted me from the snowy ground, they raised me as much as possible and with that sort of ovation they made me reach higher places then the Mont Blanc, and not to offend the male pride, higher then all my predecessors.
\nI had the curiosity to see how I was, myself, I grabbed the mirror and got scared: my face had swollen nose and lips, the white of my eyes was red and marked by bloody veins of a dark tone, my skin was seared from the cold… Other then this horrendous mask I was really good, physically and spiritually.
\nBefore leaving for ever that place I wrote in the snow my favourite aphorism: \u201cWant is Power\u201d. Then I gave the signal of departure. With sadness, almost to say regret, today I remember that ungrateful departure, deprived of thankfulness to God for the success obtained. I should\u2019ve blessed him and kneeled in front of the artworks that he was exhibiting in front of my eyes; my imagination, struck by this same magnificence, took possession of that poetic aspect forgetting the religious sentiment that such a place would\u2019ve inspired… in other parts of the path I was better behaved.<\/p>\n
\n ed. Vivalda Editori<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n
I suoi cristalli di quarzo e le rare fluoriti rosse racchiudono biblioteche in cui sono codificate le epoche della terra, storie che ci precedono da milioni di anni.\u00a0I suoi ghiacciai erano per Gaston Rebuffat giardini fiabeschi. Le sue austere pareti di granito e ghiaccio rappresentano ancora oggi, per molti alpinisti, una sfida e un bisogno: sentirsi vivi nel silenzio di spazi immensi.<\/p>
Dopo la mitica impresa della salita invernale in solitaria, nel febbraio 1965,\u00a0alla Nord del Cervino, Walter sceso a Zermatt dichiarava:
\u00abDedico questa impresa al centenario della conquista del Cervino e all\u2019Europa Unita\u00bb.\u00a0Un messaggio che anticipava i tempi a venire, un richiamo alla condivisione e alla fraternit\u00e0.<\/p>