There is something for every taste. Majestic or falsely reassuring shapes, approachable with moderate difficulty walks or with verticals worthy of the most daring climbers, printed on thousands of postcards or simply admired live, from afar. They are all, always and in any case, pure emotion. The Ampezzo rocks tell a story that is not only a temporal excursus in the most distant geological eras, it is also and above all a personal journey, which starts from the eyes and reaches the vital center of each of us. No one excluded. It is impossible to remain indifferent in front of that kaleidoscope of colors that deeply strikes us, guides our emotions and tells us something we often forget. It speaks to us about our nature, about our belonging to the world and not vice versa, it suggests our smallness and fragility. "In the presence of the mountains" is a recurring phrase, which still does not perfectly render the sense of amazement and magnificence one feels in front of the spectacle of the Dolomites. Not by chance, today, they are "branded" with the UNESCO imprimatur, which has recognized them as unique in the world. And not by chance, yesterday, man tried to justify the emotional dismay in front of their power and to rationalize the spectacle of the enrosadira or the reflection of the mountains in the alpine lakes through legends that made them human, personifying them. Just think of the stories about Sorapis, Lake Misurina, and the Enrosadira. Perhaps an attempt to elevate man to the level of the mountains or, conversely, to lower those imperishable rocks towards human mortality. Always, and in any case, an act of submission of man to his environment, a desire to tell the untellable, to reach the unreachable. Today, those rocks, those lakes carved by water, that sparse and resistant vegetation remain the only witnesses of the passing of men and the crossing of steps over the centuries, in the illusory belief of being able to tame the mountain. But that gray-pink has already defeated us.