Rimini is a city that doesn't simply let you experience it: it flows through you, grows within you, accompanies you through every stage of life. Those born here know a different rhythm, a way of breathing made of sea, wind, and light. Because Rimini is more than just a destination: it's a feeling, a geography of the soul. I was born here, among the waves that lap the shore like an ancient heartbeat, always the same and always different, just like the days that pass along the coast. The sea was my first teacher. As a child, I gazed at it for hours, fascinated by that thin line separating the sky from the water. It was a horizon that seemed to promise everything, a boundary that invited you to dream and go beyond. And perhaps it was from that boundary that I learned that every idea can start from something simple and grow without limits, like a wave when it reaches the shore. Rimini is the city of summer lights, those that light up one after another along the coast, creating an energy that gets under your skin. But it's also the Rimini of winter afternoons, when the wind blows hard and the sea seems to speak only to those who know how to listen. In those moments, the city reveals itself in its most authentic form: sincere, silent, and profound. It's a Rimini that few know, made of empty beaches, seagulls trajectories in the sky, slow steps on the cold sand. I learned early that this city has two souls, and I carry them both within me. There's the lively, sunny, creative soul: the one that teaches you to never stop seeking beauty, to work with passion, to turn every day into an opportunity. And then there's the calm, reflective soul: the one that makes you understand the value of silence, the meaning of roots, the strength of staying true to what truly matters. Rimini is made of unforgettable scents: the smell of the sea in the morning, that of freshly baked piadina, that of pine forests warming in the August sun. It's made of sounds that stay with you: the sound of the waves, the chatter of tourists, the slow surf that accompanies late summer evenings. And then there are the places. The walks along the seafront, the streets of the historic center where Roman history reigns, the Tiberius Bridge reflecting its image in the calm water, as if time could not touch it. Rimini, a city that preserves ancient traditions, yet reinvents itself every day with the lightheartedness of those who live by the sea. In this city, I learned to observe, to dream, to create. Rimini was my first inspiration, my first school, my first horizon. It's from here that my way of seeing the world was born: from the balance between elegance and simplicity, between depth and lightness, between tradition and modernity. All things that today I bring into every project, into every gesture, into my brand. Rimini didn't just give me a home: it gave me a vision. It taught me to value what is true, to respect what is natural, to believe in the power of things made with love. It taught me to be as patient as the sea in winter and as creative as the city in summer. Every time I think of Rimini, I see the colors of my first summers, the sounds that kept me company, the faces of the simple and sincere people who make this city great. Rimini is a mosaic of emotions, a story that continues to be written year after year, a place that never ceases to be with me, wherever I go. Because in the end, Rimini is not just the city where I was born. It is the city where I learned who I am.