The last summer
This is not just another party: it’s the one we’ll remember. Same beach, same people, the feeling that something is about to end.
Lido delle Nazioni Bonfire
The LastDance
They say you never know when something is going to be the last time.
This time we know. And we dance anyway.
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One last time
Lido delle Nazioni beach (FE). Sand, wind, and the same old playlist.
We call it a bonfire
But there’s no firewood: we’re on the beach, that’s all it takes. We meet at sunset, then we’ll see — nobody ever had a plan, and it always worked out.
What actually burns
Music, drinks, food and smiles we don’t want to see go out.
Watch the wave
Thirty seconds of sea. Turn the volume up.
Put your name down
It’s only to know how many of us there will be. Nobody will call you.