Recondita

Who seeks, finds. Always.

You’ve arrived here out of pure curiosity.
Maybe you were looking for an answer, or a confirmation of your doubts.
Perhaps you even uncovered something we hadn’t imagined ourselves.

And that’s the beauty of it: a reader is never just a reader.
They become part of the story — its folds, its surprises.

If you’re here, we hope it’s also to keep the fun going,
to follow the clues, connect the dots,
and discover what reveals itself only to those who take the time to look a little closer.

A face on the dresser
The lady in the photo frame on the dresser is special.
She surely is to us, and she might become so for you too.
Silent, elegant, watchful—she loves to travel through emotions.
And through her books, she answers.
Let’s clear up the doubt

The lady is Virginia Woolf, dearly loved in our home
for her masterpiece A Room of One’s Own.
A book that speaks of freedom, of inner space,
of that gentle courage it takes to remain oneself.
In a house full of only boys, a little balanced feminism
doesn’t hurt: it reminds us every day that dreams
have no gender, but they do demand a room and attention.
A door in scarlet
House No. 222B is where this dad snores vigorously.
Our neighbours maintain impeccable composure.
After all, on our street, mysteries don’t stay unsolved.
It takes just a cough for someone to begin deducing.

Let’s clear up the doubt

Across the way, at No. 221B Baker Street,
is none other than Mr Sherlock Holmes,
accompanied by the indispensable – and elementary – Watson.
They join us for tea now and then, and Holmes, ever the gentleman,
has never raised an eyebrow at the thunderous snoring next door.
And we? We savour every note of his violin echoing through the night.
Portraits and gazes
There are many paintings in this book—portraits, to be precise.
One of them is a self-portrait.
There’s something truly magnetic in that gaze.
Something that stays with you.
And by the way... it keeps watching you.

Let’s clear up the doubt

The self-portrait is by Alexandre Cabanel.
He gazes at us with the air of one who knows full well he painted
The Fallen Angel, and therefore is master of tormented glances.
Beautiful and damned — both of them.
And have you ever wondered why
there are so many self-portraits by artists?
It was not vanity, but necessity: t
he quickest way to show the world the worth of one’s hands.
Far more than a mere selfie.
A trip to the Moon
The Moon has always inspired artists.
Here we pay tribute to one of them:
a famous—some might say magical—French gentleman.
He, in turn, drew inspiration from great authors.
When you discover who he is, you’ll only want to thank him.

Let’s clear up the doubt

The tribute is to Georges Méliès, the illusionist of cinema.
He was the one who landed a rocket straight in the eye of the Moon
—and from that day the dream began to move.
Using science to give form to the marvels of Verne was his insight.
Whenever we watch a film full of special effects,
somewhere Méliès is smiling beneath his top hat.
And we, in our small way, still owe him an applause
—and perhaps a return ticket.
Dandelion seeds
You know those little seeds from a dandelion puff?
Plump, white, soft… and as airy as they are ethereal.
How freeing is it to let them drift away with a single breath?
Especially if you blow them playfully toward someone else.
But sometimes, something even more extraordinary can happen.
Let’s clear up the doubt
Coming soon
The Blue Cat
There he is, strolling across the pages of our tale,
elegant and unhurried: the Russian Blue cat.
He’s the one who keeps watch over Dante during his nighttime adventure;
they share the same sly, knowing air.
Let’s clear up the doubt
Coming soon