During the winter season, the small holiday resorts of the Romagna Riviera appear emptied, becoming almost ghost villages. The deserted streets, the empty condominiums and apartments, the hotels, and the "packed" businesses. In the playgrounds where only dry leaves reign, the screams of children and the mechanical sounds of coin-operated rides still echo. On the other hand, the summer just ended seems to have passed for months, replaced by the harsh cold and humid climate, typical of the riparian winters. So, if you look closely, the only living frame to this inanimate scenario are the hundreds of maritime pines, laurel hedges, oleanders, and tamarisks. In all this sea of silence and landscapes took up in their objective simplicity, one can reflect on the human role and how its presence-absence strongly affects the territory to the point of bending it to a mere temporary place of life.