Gently, the day
strolls towards the evening,
spreading the scent of the mountains
even to the suitcases
of those set to depart.
The guest leaves,
knowing already that he would like to return.
in these places that always seem the same.
Yet are unexpected and unpredictable
in the grandeur of their manner.
The mountains are always different.
And that's how the journey
takes up the traveller's time:
the guest when leaving
feels both richer and poorer,
for there is always an emotion to express on leaving here
and why one always hopes to return.
Gently the day
walks towards the evening,
kissing the stars