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The Song Of The Swan
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- ISBN8232562854
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- Date de parution16/09/2025
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- ÉditeurHamza elmir
Résumé
Lake Como, Italy - Summer 1824In the hours before dawn, when the mist still clung to Lake Como's crystalline surface and the world existed in that suspended moment between night and day, the villa held its secrets close. Villa D'Aureli rose from the water's edge like something conjured from dreams-marble terraces cascading down to meet the lake, ancient cypress trees standing sentinel against the sky, and gardens where roses climbed toward windows that had witnessed a century of whispered confidences and broken hearts.
It was the sort of place where love affairs were born and destroyed with equal magnificence, where the collision between duty and desire played out against a backdrop so beautiful that even tragedy acquired the patina of art. The villa's fresco-ed walls had absorbed decades of music-formal concerts in gilt-edged drawing rooms, intimate serenades beneath moonlit balconies, and occasionally, in the depths of sleepless nights, the raw and desperate melodies that poured from souls too constrained by society's expectations to speak their truth in mere words.
It was the sort of place where love affairs were born and destroyed with equal magnificence, where the collision between duty and desire played out against a backdrop so beautiful that even tragedy acquired the patina of art. The villa's fresco-ed walls had absorbed decades of music-formal concerts in gilt-edged drawing rooms, intimate serenades beneath moonlit balconies, and occasionally, in the depths of sleepless nights, the raw and desperate melodies that poured from souls too constrained by society's expectations to speak their truth in mere words.
Lake Como, Italy - Summer 1824In the hours before dawn, when the mist still clung to Lake Como's crystalline surface and the world existed in that suspended moment between night and day, the villa held its secrets close. Villa D'Aureli rose from the water's edge like something conjured from dreams-marble terraces cascading down to meet the lake, ancient cypress trees standing sentinel against the sky, and gardens where roses climbed toward windows that had witnessed a century of whispered confidences and broken hearts.
It was the sort of place where love affairs were born and destroyed with equal magnificence, where the collision between duty and desire played out against a backdrop so beautiful that even tragedy acquired the patina of art. The villa's fresco-ed walls had absorbed decades of music-formal concerts in gilt-edged drawing rooms, intimate serenades beneath moonlit balconies, and occasionally, in the depths of sleepless nights, the raw and desperate melodies that poured from souls too constrained by society's expectations to speak their truth in mere words.
It was the sort of place where love affairs were born and destroyed with equal magnificence, where the collision between duty and desire played out against a backdrop so beautiful that even tragedy acquired the patina of art. The villa's fresco-ed walls had absorbed decades of music-formal concerts in gilt-edged drawing rooms, intimate serenades beneath moonlit balconies, and occasionally, in the depths of sleepless nights, the raw and desperate melodies that poured from souls too constrained by society's expectations to speak their truth in mere words.
