The first collection of Marco Bini goes to a half-line of exergue Roberto Roversi dedicated to winter and style, two things that seem foreign to a young conception of poetry. Bini is very young, indeed, but not denied the luxury of starting against the current. In the winter the snow is cold and burning at the same time and writing lively and thought of those who have style can not be less. Just in case the author, relying on some of his opening words. "Even we are surprised planar crescent of a leaf ',' The future was a fireball arrogant ',' A mystery remained as to appear / the present, by magic," and the beautiful "Because it is not a heart attack in the fog midair of things, "verses that can be called the style of the greatest (Emilio Rentocchini).