Only a few months have passed since the 2021 edition but we are already busy getting ready for a new Marathon. Which will naturally be even better. Why? Because we are all nature so there couldn’t be a more suitable dedication: flora, in all languages; but we are Ladin people, so we wanted to call it Ciüf, the word for flowers in our language. Flora is beautiful, flora surrounds us and also reflects the nature of human beings. Some flowers seem to smile while others are a bit sad; some are a bit scary, like carnivorous plants, and others almost seem suspicious, just like some of us. There are simple ones, straight, curved, and fortunately also those that turn their heads to look for sunlight. And it’s those ones that we need for looking forward to another successful Marathon. To anyone dreaming of taking part, have a wonderful autumn - the larches here are yellow, some are already on fire. That’s also how the flora affirms its expression of the absolute.
September 28, 2021
The lights went down, the music was turned off and the party was over: it looked like the last supper. Yet on Sunday morning, it seemed as if the world still needed to be discovered. We were vagabonds, sailors with a deep-rooted desire to explore the unexplored. After a year which offered no cause for celebration and turned out to be tragic for many of us and exciting for very few, we came back to life in the mountains surrounded by people. And we needed it. How we needed it! Our hope is to come back to a better world. Our hope is for a sincere and deep commitment. Hope is understanding that these times we are living in move at breakneck speeds. They fly by quickly, removing every certainty and allowing for infinite possibilities. Centuries go by with such effortlessness, as if nothing came before. But we are not the owners of the Land or Time for that matter - nor have we ever been - even though we are deeply convinced we are. Feeling that we are Nature maybe helps us to put things into perspective. Thinking like a Mountain may help us to reflect. And, seeing as we are on the topic, let's think about our future Maratona, which in 2022 will be dedicated to Flora. We are flowers, "ciüf" in our local dialect, and we are constantly communicating with the earth and sunlight, even if it doesn't feel that way. We use water and minerals to grow and change. Just like flowers. It'll be a beautiful Maratona, one of petals, pollen and wonder.
July 04, 2021
Abandon hope is written over that gloomy entrance. Yes, the huge problem still exists. Small hearts understand each other, they have small problems; but big hearts have big problems, just as great minds have to address unsolvable problems. The bigger the issue, the more difficult the solution. No, the comedy does not end divinely, Dante’s task is not fulfilled with Heaven. Now it’s time to put things in practice. What can we do?
June 01, 2021read more
Begngnü, it’s good to see you, New Year. We warmly welcome you. We've waved goodbye to last year, your older brother. With no kisses and no embraces. We said our goodbyes without the slightest hint of sadness.
That brother of yours really put us to the test, but also made us smile; he also tripped us up a few times, causing more than one of us to fall pretty badly. He made us change our plans, cancel trips, alter destinations; he shifted our finish line and sometimes even denied us of it; he challenged us with the steepest slopes, putting our characters to the test both physically and mentally, and he made us understood our passion for life. Passion in the true sense of the word.
January 01, 2021read more
Cycling has always been an art, even back in Duchamp's day.
Bicycles are all about hard work and speed,
not forgetting those moments of pure poetry
as the wheels glide along the Dolomite mountain passes.
We wish all those cycling artists out there,
who dream of the Maratona being their masterpiece,
a wonderful Christmas,
as dazzling as the colours on that famous jersey,
which make the world such a beautiful place.
Bun Nadé. Merry Christmas
December 21, 2020
This year’s draw will be a little different than usual. The good luck of those who’ll be there, and also the good luck of those who won't - because luck doesn't give itself away, it merely lends itself. Bad luck is also just a passing thing, and not seeing each other over the last year will only increase our desire to meet up again. We must all stop waiting for our lucky day and take our lives in our own hands, putting the wind in our own sails to carry us forward. Let's hope there’s good weather along the way.
November 20, 2020
by Michil Costa
Autumn. The season when the beautiful wind blows. The “in” season, not a season that we’d otherwise call “out”. The seasons are not merely a result of tourism - far from it. It would actually be much better to get rid of “tourist seasons”; at the end of the day, beauty can be found in all seasons. Autumn is beautiful, a strange one this year.
August 07, 2020read more