The Adriatic Coast - beaches gray, sea green-brown, nightclubs and amusement in a continuous cycle - it is well known. If we happened to reflect on man's finitude and the infinite possibilities of life sitting on the sand, staring beyond the horizon that separates the sea from the sky, we have probably done eating a piadina, undeserving followers of a tradition dating at least to Alexander the Great.

But what if the eye is not directed towards the sea, but inland? And if this look is that of someone who was born and lived in the coast, instead of staying there regularly as a tourist?

The verses of Valentina Pinza us back - through rethinking poetic past and his memory, the relationship with the mother and family, and the eyes of childhood - the look of "what remains" when all other share.

And it's a look that allows the reader to experience the world access to otherwise closed to those who, like all of us, the sea can only return. Sometimes (Stefano Suozzi).

Le mille luci della Repubblica di San Marino

Le mille luci di San Marino, più luminose di un cielo stellato preistorico

nelle notti chiare le vediamo mentre ci muoviamo verso sud, sulla Statale Adriatica

pare che guidino i satelliti in orbita, che mandino segnali nello spazio

qui c’è vita… E che vita!

Al di qua della strada speriamo di non essere dimenticati

a lavori conclusi vi aspettiamo senza incrociare le braccia

alacri, le piazze addobbate, le strade sgombre,

il sole fa capolino da una nuvola, si grida al miracolo

è cominciata una nuova stagione, le fenici si alzano in volo.