Don’t ask time to announce itself.
It never does. It arrives the way snow settles on the hills before dawn,
quietly, touching ridgelines, fields, forgotten paths as if testing whether we are ready to notice its presence.
Author: Alexandru Stefan
only the moon
your long-forgotten whispers get free with each and every tide rowing back into the darkness of your outlandish pride only … More
Les derniers contreforts
Une fois arrivés dans le camp de base de Tête Rousse, nous avons rapidement montés nos tentes, avant de se … More
Urlea, the Rise from the Ashes
On the main trail which leads to the former Urlea Hut (1533 m), Coltii Brezei trail starting in the village … More
