Sorry for San Marino, but we sell Rimini lucky charm of Sweden as an amulet
Dear San Marino people, you do not know what a regret not having been able to vote Achille Lauro at Eurovision. I swear, if I could, I would have done it, without physiological Rimini parochialism or hatred towards the Roman artist. On the contrary: I thought that his performance was convincing so as not to need my votes, and that the sympathy of the Europeans towards the Republic-Lilliput would do the rest.
Not having seen San Marino in the final last night saddened me, also because if Achille had won – and why not? His Stripper lavished enough sequins, disturbing choreography and sexual fluidity to win the hearts of Europeans – the next edition of Eurovision would have been up to youwith tempting positive effects on province that lies at the foot of the Titan.
In short, a missed opportunity. Rimini on the other hand, he takes a moral half victory home from Eurovision: was the protagonist of one of the most beautiful promotional films on the “jewels of Italy” that precede the performances of the singers. Our city was proposed through a collage of glimpses I have so fascinating that it took me who live a few seconds to recognize itimagine the foreigners who came here on vacation and think that Rimini goes from the seafront to the railway, and that the one upstream from piazzale Battisti is already Cesena.
With a choice no one knows how unconscious and how mischievous, the holiday capital was paired with the representative of the Sweden, Cornelia Jakobswhich moreover somatically is the perfect cliché of the Nordic tourist who goes down to the Riviera with her friends in search of the followers of Zanza.
Most Machiavellians suspected that it was behind it a pizzino of the Aptthe more Boccaccians have insinuated that in the family tree of Cornelia (nomen omen) there is a lifeguard. In any case, that was enough to inspire the local press with titles such as “Rimini takes Sweden to the final”. Wow, apparently we are a very powerful lucky charm, better than the coral horn and the four-leaf clover!
It would be worthwhile to patent Rimini’s magical propitiatory qualities and apply them at full blast when it comes to qualifications of all kinds. We take Sinner Jannik. Maybe if the enfant prodige of Italian tennis had worn a T-shirt with the Arch of Augustus on it, his hip would not have given up forfeit precluding him from passing to the semifinals at the Internazionali di Roma.
What if we were put a beautiful bridge of Tiberius on the blues’ shirts, North Macedonia will be buried and now do not watch the World Cup in Qatar as spectators. Sorrentino’s flop at the Oscars perhaps it would have become yet another triumph, if It was the hand of God he had included a sequence shot in the Vecchia Pescheria. A magnet with a view of Rimini on the Ferrari dashboard and the season ticket for the reds to pole position is guaranteed.
We should try. Or at least believe it intensely and patent a collection of talismans made in Rimini. So good to dare with our contribution also to the solution of the conflict by sending not weapons, but amulets a miniature of the Malatesta Temple. After all, he too was removed from the bombs, like Mariupol, but has risen in beauty.
Lia Celi