This is how it happens. When, after working all day under a weighty sky, you arrive in the evening with heavy eyelids and you fight to remain awake, Sànzia appears. A timeless place where the climate makes no difference to the sense of coolness that the only fountain gives and where the aromas mix. Nobody has any idea how he got there, he is not interested in finding out, and tiredness disappears while following a bewitched cheerful and indistinct chatter. An engineer, in his practicality, describes from a corner the place to those arriving: "Despite bearing the name of the city, it is nothing more than a circular square: it is divided into four sections; each quarter has at the vertex a lamp, a tree, and a bench to form a smaller circle. ".He tells of how the buildings that act as a border are not tall to allow dreamers to see the moon and count the stars. Young women whose faces reflect romantic dreams, tell the stories of the lampposts that, hidden by the trees, light the atmosphere with an ancient reflection, giving it an intimate appearance that warms the hearts of lovers. There are those who applaud with deep laughter and mischievous smiles at the joys of life, near the restaurants and goliardic clubs which, like links in a chain, embrace the customers. Homeless people praise the keeper of the place of worship which remains open until late at night to offer shelter to anyone's needs; even to those who seek a moment a higher consciousness, whatever it may be.

And here the sky picks the color to dress. The shutters drop, the sounds go silent, and the people, singing and laughing, staggering or carrying, disappear in the four access ways to the city. If you linger, you can see their shadows die out when the sun's rays advance. Some managed to return, the few lucky; they tell of Sànzia: city of desire free from inhibitions and judgments, the destination of those who want to escape for a few hours. 

But those who ask about the previous nights, about the affairs they encountered, about the newborn loves, about the music that vibrated and filled the air, get no answer. Nothing can be told, nothing is brought back to memory; because stories bring novels and listening induces judgment. The residents will say with a smile that there is no adventure to reveal, only the one that is about to live on this new night.