Terra Picena - Il mandorlo che non c'è più

   

                                                                                                                                                                              Ognuno sta solo sul cuore della terra

                                                                                                                                                                              trafitto da un raggio di sole;

                                                                                                                                                                              ed è subito sera.

                                                                                                                                                       Salvatore Quasimodo