Evening in Bellagio, la perla del lago, the pearl of Lake Como.
The waters of Lake Como ring with the floating bells of fishermen’s nets. Hills sweep up from the shore, a trail leads to a mountain church that is glued to the hill, and the voice of a goatherd echoes near the Stelvio Pass.
I ask myself “Is this a dream?
Will it all vanish into air?
Is there a land of such supreme
And perfect beauty anywhere?