I always knew why I deeply love the sea : this unstable and impulsive waters, cradle of life and savage storms. I always knew why I love the night sky, gazing into infinity and falling in the unstoppable great waltz of the universe. But what are mountains to me? The easy answer would be freedom or vertigoes, two things I can already find in the sea and the sky.

I always felt safe in the wildness of the waves, when mountains are the source of my biggest fears. I always felt home in the big black void, when mountains are all that I ignore. And still, my heart strangely goes to those gigantic rocks.

I have always have been as fascinated as terrified by those enormous landscapes, unreasonably tall and powerful, Queens of the world contemplating their kingdom from their heights. And still, no place on Earth is so quiet, so peaceful, as silent as the great space above they try to reach; as if they managed to elevate high enough to escape the chaos under.

Therefore, no human can impose his destructive behavior on this place, as the calm mountains secretly avenge themselves from offenses. Be prouder than the mountain, be aggressive to this rock-monster, be blind to her power, and nobody will ever hear your call in the valley. But learn to be humble, to play by mountain rules, to respect the life she is carrying, let yourself be inspired by mountain’s wisdom, and as the eagle, as the deer, as the wolf, you will become one of her children.

I believe that mountains have a lot to teach us about this world, for they were born long before us in an apocalyptic war of elements, and they will disappear long after us, without ever being dominated by the nonsense of mankind.

Mountains will only accept, to give to the brave and the true children of Earth the chance to admire the most beautiful sight of a burning sunrise between two peaks.

Alia.