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Wooden men...

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Wooden men sent on April 11, 2014 (7:23) by Fulvio Gioria. 55 comments, 3004 views.

, 1/125 f/6.3, ISO 200, hand held.

Si fanno sempre più rari i momenti di vita come questo, immortalato una domenica mattina all'alba, nei boschi dell'infanzia. La visione di una anima che accarezza il legno e gli parla come fosse suo figlio, oramai fa parte solo dei ricordi più intimi. Una volta, dalle mie parti, succedeva sovente che i vecchi boscaioli guardassero il legno come una bella donna. Perché erano ben consapevoli del suo valore. E, come il maiale, di una pianta non si getta via nulla, nemmeno le foglie secche! L'uomo dell'immagine ha sempre avuto una passione innata per gli alberi e, come le formiche instancabili lavoratrici, non perde tempo a racimolare la propria legna dai boschi vicino a casa, perché sa che le stagioni muoiono in fretta ed, inesorabile, arriva improvviso un nuovo inverno. Da più di venticinque anni ha appeso la tuta di meccanico al chiodo, ed è ritornato lesto a ciò che più gli dà soddisfazione, e forse anche un certo benessere fisico, seppure sia un lavoro impegnativo, spossante e molte volte pericoloso. Grazie all'estrosità innata, ha applicato l'abilità meccanica ai preziosi marchingegni che gli facilitano il lavoro di boscaiolo. E la prudenza, acquisita con l'esperienza e l'età, per fortuna lo ha preservato dai pericoli incombenti, almeno fino ad ora! Non c'è stato albero che lo abbia imbrogliato, e, prima o poi, ogni castagno o faggio che sia ha terminato la sua lunga esistenza nell'ampia termocucina che possiede e che lo riscalda durante i lunghi inverni di quassù! Fino a poco tempo fa vi erano sistemate almeno due o tre teleferiche che gli permettevano di trasportare veloce, anche da parecchio lontano, il legname tagliato, fino in prossimità della propria abitazione. Ma la stanchezza del suo tempo lo ha spinto a riavvolgere per sempre i cavi d'acciaio. Ora sfrutta un nuovo argano, messo a punto nella propria officina e che trasporta col fedele trattore. Da qui sopra, come un vecchio lupo di mare, governa il legno a suo piacimento, grazie a pulegge di rinvio, collocate in punti vitali e che farebbero invidia anche a Leonardo. Carrucole che sottraggono da qualsiasi luogo del bosco i pesanti tronchi, posti anche a più di cento metri di distanza. Inesorabile, il potente argano muove a strascico il legno, che, legato, si dimena, si rigira, rantola, urla vendetta. Tenaci i tentativi del tronco di avvinghiarsi alla propria terra, ma ben poco si può fare di fronte al machiavellico ingegno del boscaiolo. L'argano a motore sbuffa, le pulegge girano lente ma spietate, l'occhio vigila il moto e la tensione del cavo, intorno il bosco piange sommesso, finché il legno si rassegna sfinito ai piedi del vecchio capitano. Un altro pezzo che verrà tagliato e spaccato, poi il trattore farà il resto, fino alla legnaia, dove seghe circolari e il prezioso spaccalegna pneumatico vengono in soccorso al vecchio boscaiolo. Fatica tanta, le imprecazioni non si contano, soddisfazioni... quel poco per tirare avanti. Il dottore gli ha suggerito di calmarsi perché il fisico è quello che è, il cuore altrettanto, il lavoro pesante contamina lo spirito, gli occhi cominciano a tradirlo. Ma è proprio dura rassegnarsi dopo una vita passata quassù, tra questi soldati di legno, tra queste anime silenziose che, con la loro morte, ti aiutano a campare. Tanti anni fa c'erano dei veri amici che lo aiutavano, e alla fine del lavoro si dividevano le fatiche e la legna. Ora tutti riposano nei camposanti delle nostre valli. E' rimasto soltanto il silenzio, rotto da rami scheletrici che stramazzano a terra con l'ultima neve. Si fa presto rimanere soli con i propri sogni, ritrovarsi anziani, e forse un po' indeboliti. Ma un altro inverno giunge lesto, finché c'è vita c'è speranza, e si va avanti. A maggio sono ottantuno. Ci sono più candele da spegnere che alberi da tagliare. Questo uomo di legno è, e per sempre sarà, mio padre.



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sent on April 11, 2014 (23:51) | This comment has been automatically translated (show/hide original)

Fulvio, with this photo and the story that accompanies it, honor your father and the life he has lived and continues to live. A story that touches your heart. You told the culture, the love and respect that your father has for the trees and how they are reciprocated. All that you sent me. Surely if you read the praise that you've done and what you have awakened in us, would be further proud of you.
Even the sunlight filtering through the trees and embraces between its rays, seems to want to participate in your praise. ;-)

A cordial greeting, Claudius.

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sent on April 12, 2014 (0:20) | This comment has been automatically translated (show/hide original)

Dear Fulvio, I owe you a virtual hug, your beautiful image, really touching the words that accompany it, moved me. But a big hug I owe it to your father, because I moved his dedication and teaches me life.
Congratulations, Vincenzo

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sent on April 12, 2014 (9:15) | This comment has been automatically translated (show/hide original)

Wonderfully touching story.
Fantastic picture.
I've tasted the woods, cut trees and firewood delivered at home, used the "menara" to prepare "stisi" for the winter.
A great contact with nature.
Compliments. Hello. Joe

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sent on April 12, 2014 (9:26) | This comment has been automatically translated (show/hide original)

I am moved, you're a special one. fulvio good!
hello stefano - good Sunday

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sent on April 12, 2014 (10:24) | This comment has been automatically translated (show/hide original)

I've moved, really nice both photo and description.
Carlo.

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sent on April 12, 2014 (18:17) | This comment has been automatically translated (show/hide original)

Fulvio I am of few words. At this time then I could not write, much less talk ... Luckily I have family who did it for me, too!
Alfio.

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sent on April 12, 2014 (19:20) | This comment has been automatically translated (show/hide original)

I find it very hard to find words x work of art, because ... this is art.'re Great BYE

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sent on April 12, 2014 (21:26) | This comment has been automatically translated (show/hide original)

wow wow wow! I read your every single word! Do not list all the names because it would not help, it is important that all of you, my dear friends, have spent a few minutes with my thoughts and my emotions have read when I go to find the Gentore and I see him as in this photo (there I can assure you that here is still down to earth!: DA sometimes scares me a little and not worry). Every time I look at magic and a thousand thoughts go through my head. I would like to write them all not to forget anything, but then I resign! It 'just so, our life is like that, we will survive, fight and pull forward. I think the most important thing is not to be forgotten and that's why you need to know to love and be loved by all.
I'm just happy that this has given you a bit of lifelived, and your comments have already gone beyond my expectations. Thank you so much and symbolically embrace you one by one, because I feel you with me when I'm up there! :-P ;-)

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sent on April 12, 2014 (22:22) | This comment has been automatically translated (show/hide original)

Thanks Fulvio is always a pleasure to meet people like you heart. Even though life is not always poetry, when you're up there, a virtual cafe, I take it gladly ;-). Hello!

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sent on April 12, 2014 (22:58) | This comment has been automatically translated (show/hide original)

Fulvio, you've done something really poetic, your story is touching as well as a valuable witness.
Grande.
Hello Louis:-P:-P

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sent on April 13, 2014 (21:21) | This comment has been automatically translated (show/hide original)

Thank you so much dear Claudio, your comment has been just came from the heart! If you walk from the Sesia Valley, give me a shout that a real coffee I'll gladly offer up there among beech and chestnut ageless! A hug! :-D ;-)
Louis, but really thanks! If this is also a witness, then I'm even happier! A big hello! :-P ;-)

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sent on April 13, 2014 (23:13) | This comment has been automatically translated (show/hide original)

My compliments!

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sent on April 14, 2014 (6:15) | This comment has been automatically translated (show/hide original)

Thank you so much Adi! Happy! :-D ;-)

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sent on April 14, 2014 (13:20) | This comment has been automatically translated (show/hide original)

Your story moved me Fulvio, beautiful words express the way down the love that binds you to your padre.Anche my going to the woods to cut wood and poii if the size again by hand without the aid of any machinery, ax and mace away ... As long as we let them do make it, it's their world, their life ... The picture you have drawn so as I love it, and I will not dwell Fulvio compliments ;-):-P :-P

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sent on April 14, 2014 (13:45) | This comment has been automatically translated (show/hide original)

Beautiful image and moving story. The look of your father I have seen for many years on the faces of the people who live (should) not those same areas. Areas of chestnut and birch trees, halfway between the plain and the Rose, between lakes and mountains "true". Areas that have paid a high price in terms of lives pledged to freedom. Screw never returned. Areas where the priority is not to have the wi-fi hotspot or LTE (although I know there's a boss Plello Telecom by a gang crazy ... maybe because we are connected in three ...). ;-)
Best wishes to your father ... and a toast from me.

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sent on April 14, 2014 (22:13) | This comment has been automatically translated (show/hide original)

Excellent.

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sent on April 15, 2014 (0:03) | This comment has been automatically translated (show/hide original)

They are also very beautiful photography and the story that you told us. Bravissimo Fulvio.
Best wishes, Joseph.

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sent on April 15, 2014 (6:38) | This comment has been automatically translated (show/hide original)

Mark Lawrence, Giokej and Joseph! Great comments from your side that you are always very kind and attentive! Sincere thanks and a hug to reciprocate your important thoughts! :-P ;-)

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sent on April 23, 2014 (11:10) | This comment has been automatically translated (show/hide original)

You can say that, as has already been written, to bring to mind and eyes moments of the past; time that perhaps few can truly appreciate.

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sent on April 23, 2014 (12:50) | This comment has been automatically translated (show/hide original)

You're right Henry, but only because this present world distracts us from the basics of natural human life, making us crazy, and consequently annihilate in everyday maddening! Thank you for your assistance in this image. I really wanted! See you soon! :-P ;-)


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