“In the Hills of Asolo” Karina Reginato – Honorable Mention
You should go up to Asolo* a morning of light when the sun in the mountains is still soft. In summer we hike the hills to the tower listening to the echo of the wind that drew the clouds on your forehead. The steam spread over the rooftops of the village to the trails that the angel was going through We look for fruits in the forest, some water, flowers of paradise… our names painted on the stones. In the hills of Asolo the golden angel observes the summer sky, the colored threads of the souls. Here you only fly with the wings open in immensity. *Asolo- A small city located in the Alps in Italy
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