The wake of a boat, the concentric circles on the surface, ripples sprayed with white on windy days: textures that remain impressed in the mind, to be reworked and drawn. And the colors: all the varieties of blue and gray of the water; the green of the mulberry trees, the olive trees, the espaliers of laurel and, higher up, the chestnut trees; the yellow of the irises and the faded tones of the reeling reed beds, the rushes in autumn and the rust color of cattails. And then the streaks of birds, grebes, swans and coots. And those migratory birds that do not live here and stop by.
Literary descriptions resound in the memory, evoking names known to all, from Manzoni to Fogazzaro. And also those Nordic names, who found the first corner of the Mediterranean here. The look of Segantini and the romantic glance of Friedrich and Caroline Lose, him a designer and her a colorist and engraver, who chose lakes as destinations of their pictorial trips in the XIX century, describing the idylls of Brianza.