Put an islet of four square km, almost nothing touristy and still a bit wild. Call her Procida. Put an extinct volcanic crater on which a small beach has formed, narrow and not too long. One like many. Call it Pozzovecchio. Put a small bar on it, one of the small ones, without a gazebo in the shade of which the swimmers could ask for refreshment from the scorching sun, without frills or pretensions of size that today are most popular.
Call him lido-bar Anna Maria. The sea, however, well, that is the top, clear, of a green and blue to take your breath away and all around mountains and black black rocks, a reminder that the beach was not always a beach and that once upon a time there was fire and lapilli illuminated heaven and earth. Go back in time, not too far, eh, just go up to the nineties, 1994 to be exact. It evokes the melody of love poems and a film that made history, that of a postman who goes to Don Pablo (Neruda) and becomes his friend and pupil. Imagine their footprints on that sand, the footprints of that postman who made the history of cinema and of his teacher Don Pablo, imagine Troisi and Noiret, together, contemplating the sea and talking about metaphors there, yes, right there, on that narrow and not too long beach that you had so snubbed. Doesn't she suddenly look like the most beautiful in the world? The most romantic? The sweetest? The most desirable? Doesn't it suddenly seem like a little corner of paradise on earth? I bet yes.
And I bet you're already running to book the ferry to reach the beautiful island of Procida, get off at Pozzovecchio to take a granita and rent a deckchair at the Annamaria lido-bar and enjoy the sea and the metaphors and atmosphere of the sunny, narrow and not too long beach!
