Stresa is a town and comune of about 5,000 residents on the shores of Lake Maggiore in the province of Verbano-Cusio-Ossola in the Piedmont region of northern Italy, about 90 kilometres (56 mi) northwest of Milan. Since the early 20th century, the main source of income has been the tourist trade; like other places on Lake Maggiore, it benefits from spectacular views as well as areas of historical and architectural interest. It is situated on road and rail routes to the Simplon Pass.
The name of this town first appeared in documents in AD 998.
In the 15th century it grew into a fishing community and owed feudal allegiance to the Visconti family. It subsequently came under the control of the Borromeo family.
For centuries Stresa has been a popular retreat for Europe's aristocrats, who have endowed the town with a number of villas. Tourism increased substantially after tunneling of the Simplon Pass allowed train services from north of the Alps to pass through Stresa in 1906.
In 1948 American author and journalist Ernest Hemingway visited the town. He had set part of his 1929 novel Farewell to Arms in the Grand Hotel des Iles Borromees. In 2002 Stresa hosted the 10th International Hemingway Conference.
You clean AM you take me down and what you want is what
I love the colors of the world that lead me home tonight
One, two, too many times you tend to trick me up
Now that I know it's all you want,
It's still never enough
Calling on the backlines
Crawling from the battle to the other side
If courage is a lot lighter
I see it in your eyes
Too many plays and they know how to keep a choke on you
But you've got Wower pressure when I have too much to lose
The stakes are high, my mind is twisted, and the pressure's off
At 4 o'clock we went ahead more dizzy than a flood
Calling on the backlines
Crawling for the battle to the other side
The courage a lot lighter
I see it in your eyes
Running from the battle to the other side
If freedom isn't hard-wired
I see it in your eyes
Calling on the backlines
Crawling from the battle to the other side
If living isn't hard wired,
I see it in your eyes
Crawling from the backlines
Hiding from the shadows that we left behind
Courage is a lot wider
I see it in your eyes
See it in your eyes