Hotels, with their endless corridors and the infinite lives that intersect within them, have always held a magnetic allure for writers and filmmakers. From Kubrick’s The Shining to Wes Anderson’s The Grand Budapest Hotel, hotels have served as stages for tension, mystery, and intimate reflection. Places of escape or transition, discovery or connection, they are also, conversely, destinations for abstraction and transformation. Hotels are perfect settings for stories that teeter between reality and imagination. Each room holds countless possibilities, a microcosm of lives brushing past one another, as if every door were a portal to another story.
Historic hotels like the AbanoRitz, dedicated to hospitality and wellness, are unique and incredible repositories of tales and memories, encapsulated in their many distinct rooms. If the AbanoRitz could speak… Indeed, it has been and continues to be a source of inspiration and creativity. And I’m not just referring to the extraordinary creative writing experiment that led to the SUPER 8 collection, nor to the incredible 100 Days of Gloria, but rather to a recent poem penned by a sensitive and talented Guest, who was inspired during their stay at the AbanoRitz. The spark? Our traditional Friday gourmet candlelit dinner accompanied by piano bar music.
Ida Poletto
The Flames of Friday
Candlelit dinner.
I am surrounded by slender, swaying flames, and the thought comes to me that we are those flames.
Flickering and temporary, yet brimming with light, we can choose whether to appear as simple flames or as small, immense lights in the darkness that surrounds us.
My mind recalls The Little Match Girl, a tale I no longer hear, forgotten and out of fashion, yet still so relevant.
I will strive to be alive and brave like that little girl, until the last match, until the last flame.
Curtain, my love, and enjoy your meal in the company of our flame.
With affection
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