The Logic of desert Barbara BARBARA DESERT AND ITS LOGIC Le vent nous bring
10 November 2oo9, one evening before going out office.
"... in the end do not ask you the moon. Just give me a dune. "
Here .. I wrote it. Sigh and hand over the right mouse button. In
bike in the desert, with all that means, provided in the lines seen in an ad network. A sweet creamy
showcased and I have a great desire to reach out.
would be a wonderful thing to do, but I wonder how many chances there are to participate, access to a gift like that.
But in the end one has to start somewhere to transform a simple dream into a possibility ... right?
"if you do not go you'll never know," said Bono, U2
is, in fact.
The right-click send and I stop thinking about it.
18 November 2oo9 8.00 "YOU ARE AMONG THE FIRST 8"
cough as a pulled four times the limit, burns my throat, I have a fever and her legs are soft as boiled celery.
around the house of orange juice, a book of Coelho, spoonfuls of honey
damn flu right now! It
right now who have told me ".. We're waiting for Friday morning at Il Ciocco, six of the first eight selected ..." and so on ..
Medicine, hate them.
But I have to get back in shape quickly and minimize damage influence so do 'end of the supply of paracetamol pace of my stomach and amen.
"I have to send the fax confirmation within a few hours or else me messing times because I am still on sick leave for a day, you can spend some 'before so take me to a point @? Thanks .. "
We run the first internet point and when I sign the registration form to the selection laugh plunged into the jacket and wool cap.
"You've already won Barbara, you've already won your race ... "he tells me ..
I look at him and I got the mirror.
Then I smile.
No wine for dinner tonight ... too many drugs ... is contraindicated! I hate medicine!!
A handful of days and I'll be at Il Ciocco, I'm a bit 'better, I recovered and I can also go for a run and make my breakfast "by barracudas."
few days, hours, work and think of the desert, but I can not believe it would be too beautiful, too everything.
I read the names of the participants and I feel the bottom of the list. Doubts
. But who does not?!
I think 'I'm going there to have a snack with them, shake hands and thank you go away.
And it was a great experience.
27 November 2oo9
Meanwhile AIR whispers between an email and a sms
"You are on the list, not the bottom, you're on the list.
Giocatela. Be yourself Barby, but nothing more nothing less. " I printed the email
Air and I put in my diary with the pink cover, prepared the bag with things such as motorcycle, are prey to the 'agitula "that is the feeling of exasperation inner turmoil and I can not stand still but it is beautiful! Then I took the car good (thanks Dad), chosen the best route, without the full and at 4 am I put in motion by making me do airline Virgin Radio ... keep'n Rocking
And then go as he goes. Whether it's the
Ciocco, whether it's Morocco.
"the list".
Me are repeated from time to time during the selection, running, gym, or in the saddle.
With lightness and determination but also with enthusiasm, to be there to prove himself to live that dream in the sand.
"You are on the list."
Only this time the lines are not written on a mail, it is my "mantra" that every time I play the helmet but they are words that come from the mouth of Fabio Fasola.
And I explode in confetti of smiles ..
I Want to Believe, I want to hear is true, that is my moment and I let all my happiness overwhelm me.
As the collapse of a dam.
Now the desert is the real thing ... Morocco, the team is coming of LADIES FIRST! Air
28 November 2oo9
you stand for that adrenaline in the body.
It moves fast through the shelves of sporting goods store in search of a k-way, a pocket for Hydration and salt supplements. Limp
, nothing special, just a stretch (thanks to the race for which he spat the soul)
His eyes are marked by fatigue, emotion and the return journey, it is not yet final at home. Discard
piece by piece the clothing provided free and I see the same eyes dripping with astonishment a child on Christmas morning.
which are the same with which she views the world.
He leans on the best seat of the car and tells me good .. says .. says ..
It 's a perfect moment.
4 December 2oo9
All you need is packed in a suitcase in a dark blue backpack and red mountain fire.
meticulously checked and rechecked but without obsession. The tremendous
dixit:-I think I have it all, hair dryer, motorcycle boots and sandals with heels. There is also the mascara and lip gloss for the lips .- I
the 'agitula "him, they are agitated, charging like a spring, exhilarated, exasperated, serene, happy, consumed, unstoppable, I'm not in, yet I have to stay inside, the time has come, I want to scream ... download all the tension and burst out laughing.
All this and more at the same time ..
She is living like a wild cat ... like a wild lily
Check things in a suitcase and leave it open, will close tomorrow after an extraordinary session on Saturday at the office.
Then breathe slowly and is cleared.
irresistible and indispensable.
She is the nail of a cat on the bark of a tree.
"Everything will be alright .." I say, and drops the inevitable wool cap over his eyes, laughing. In his immediate destiny
the sun and burning sand. In
My hand traffic, customers, fog and winter coming.
Desert Time
're there and you light 'on the net, daily updates, well more or less daily basis that they are in the desert mica combing dolls in Saint Tropez!
Lines and photographs, a few images, sharp colors, three of them in single file on the track, and I know you're good enough. Among
tie and customers, traffic and cold pork, I can only imagine them to plow the sand.
Tonight I read the special of the dune and I think I know how you feel.
The explosion inside you.
You may have taken the heart and the as you have thrown over the top, then thou hast given gas who served you and you went to the back.
do not need many words.
braids in the wind and big grin.
You know that the goal should not be confused with the sense of the route, and leave a trail in this escape your past that would be a waste blasphemous.
return.
leg, was there and then come back.
Just do it. Here they are ... ...
mounds of suitcases and sports bags, the predominance of orange, the smell of dry fine dust, the sparkle of amber stones on the side track, the basins between the dunes and the other, the greedy gulps from Hydration The bbrraaaappp of 4 times, the crossroads planned and suddenly come along, the track that I get in going from the feet on the footrests, the waving of braids, dry mouth and eyes moist, light honey, those children with soulful eyes and hands are always ready to gimmefive, the blue cloth whipping in the wind, the yield of the soil my boots, my feet give way to hard boots ahiaaa, profiles, whatever they may be backlit, the sun melts into the sand at every sunset and the magma in the sky that follows, the blue black of the sky that you see from here rotated it seems to me wrong, frankincense and dates, smile always, wheels cleaned and polished by the sand, the seven square inches of contact between the right palm and throttle, 'cause that's where everything goes, the screams do not give up Do not give in the teammates SPECTACULAR first friends and then teammate, the food eaten, the lights, shadows, details, things that seem to nothing things that are a long, endless laughter, my dragon wood my house, getting lost among the dunes and then find the track, the arrangement of the stars, the tracks, the paper of the road book that we do not understand much, the design of a hibiscus on the mask of the bike, the 'agitula "uncontrollable biting and powerful, never satisfied, and the thirst for water, but I do not speak of life, the sudden fullness on top of that dune, you are looking for traction with the weight of the body, the drift continues, the eyes sunk in sleep and fatigue that good , teamwork, the triptych inseparable helmet, gloves, goggles and give me the way to go and petrol to burn, mascara at night and what if there was colerebbe in the helmet and not a matter of heat, fear and courage, a billion million screams in the helmet, rock music, the gas wide open and that no, the campfires and the stars, some of the naughty with Anna and the guides, the scratches on the tank, the wear of the sand polishing everything even the eyes, hair tamed and sweaty in the helmet, throws him above the heart and then strut back to the power of the wind, the meal of cous cous, the comfort of mousse, so the lack of clear boundaries in the sand, the sense of freedom 'ABSOLUTE the luck on his left wrist - SGUMA DESERT TEAM're in My Heart -, becoming a sponge, be a sponge and absolute lightness that I enter into any absolute moment .. damn .. every moment .. every wonderful moment ...
Then stay a minute in silence, his hand in the sand and see it slip away in the wind before the light even today give way to blue. And feel
not weigh more than a feather ..
helmet and boots included.
The dune.
Yeah I know that we are in a game and maybe we would if we were all boys who spit further, but here we are women and we are in front of a dune and then .... Hey Ladies .. do you climb higher?
It's up to me.
will be 100 meters uphill to deal with sinking hand in the throttle, try pulling the weight off and go like the wind.
Nothing.
do not.
Why in the first 70 meters if the kappa's screams and the engine screams to me the soul of me.
I, myself here and now.
Nothing else. The sense of responsibility
LADIES FIRST team, we have all three on the climb. I have to give the best for all of us ... I will go! A cost of bringing up the thrust ka!
My heart and my team are up there, I just pick them up.
Inside my helmet all the pictures of what I was to be what they are now.
All my steps, falls, bruises, the NO my Father, "Barby strength" of Matthew, the tears on the authorization of doors, racing, dreaming of things, things broken, stumbling and dizzy, the smiles exploded in the wind, tears for the leg wound of a dog , for the work done well, slept the sleep like a log and rough nights on the couch, my shoes are untied, the rusty roof rack of my car (not that good .. the Cazziz), kisses and loves had data, the will to live, the thirst for sand and freedom ....
Everything I say and everything I went from no helmet at the right glove and hold the throttle open, always, in the ascent of talc okra which brings me to the sky, and everything inside me is compressed as the spring of a catapult pushes and pushes me in those last trentametri, soft and treacherous final, where I do not think anything and just leave it up to ... more on top of a pile.
Then I shake my head and let the wind, I take the braids and the sweat that while there is no thrust his hand glove of the sand.
you look down there and try something like a vertigo, and it is wonderful!
YAAAAAAAAAHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO ARADADINDADAAAA ... burst into a scream as a child ...
Happy happy!
My name is Barbara, and '76 are coming from a valley in Turin called Pellice but we call it "Stuppia", which in dialect means closed, stage from them does not go beyond.
I wanted to blow the lid to my dreams in the open space of the desert and I asked you a dune, you have given me far more than the moon.
Life is infinite number of things but I've lived enough to learn that her definition is probably unwise, restrictive, because in the end life is what it is.
But sometimes it is also generous.
So I made strong fists to not miss anything, not even a moment, not even a grain of my hand.
My enthusiasm, my "agitula" and these lines have been my way of telling you what I owe you.
An endless, disruptive and trrremendo Thanks!
"I'm not afraid of the road,
We must see, must assaporareLa deepest, darkest part of ourselves all goes well, The wind will guide us ..." Le vent nous
Porter-Noire Desire
Barbara "The Trrremenda "By Air
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