About me

Giacomo Leopardi, the writer of L’Infinito, had a younger sister. Her name was Paolina and in some ways I feel like a little sister to him, too. Therefore Paolinetta. Like her I have an affinity for languages, for writing, and translating.  I enjoy living, thinking, speaking. “Speaking” merely because it helps me think (“How can one think if one is not allowed to speak?”). This blog owes its existence to this peculiar phenomenon. Welcome!

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About this blog

under water

E ‘l naufragar m’è dolce in questo mare.

The immensity of life – in its complexity, its depth, its riddles – is like a sea. Wading in it is a necessity. Swimming through it is an art. Drowning in it – a sad possibility. But what about a shipwreck? A decent, reasonable shipwreck? And what about a shipwreck one can even enjoy again and again?!

Continue reading, and explore with me the immensity of life… as I see it from a lonely hill and a hedge.

Sempre caro mi fu quest’ermo colle,
e questa siepe, che da tanta parte
dell’ultimo orizzonte il guardo esclude…