A light from the bell tower shines upward.
The time on the clock draws out moments that go beyond schedules.
Larches move slowly, almost immobile.
Up above, where you cannot see, is the Piz Boè.
Dear guest, if you want to know him or meet him again,
drop everything and come here. Mister Boè is a friend and a gentleman,
a fixed point in a world that runs ahead.