La pulce

Leonardo da Vinci

 

Dormendo il cane sopra la pelle di un castrone, una delle sue pulci, sentendo l’odore della unta lana, giudicò quello doversi essere loco di migliore vita e più sicura da’ denti e unglia del cane che pascersi del cane, e sanza altro pensieri, abbandonò il cane, e, entrata intra la folta lana, cominciò con somma fatica a volere trapassare alle radici de’ peli. La quale impresa, dopo molto sudore, trovò esser vana, perché tali peli erano tanto spessi che quasi si toccavano, e non v’era spazio dove la pulce potessi saggiare tal pelle; onde, dopo lungo travaglio e fatica, cominciò a volere ritornare al suo cane, il quale essendo già partito, fu costretta, dopo lungo pentimento, amari pianti, a morirsi di fame.

The flea

Leonardo da Vinci

 

A dog lay sleeping on a sheep’s hide. One of his fleas, encouraged by the smell of the oily wool, decided he would certainly have a better life in a place that was free from the sharp teeth and nails of the itchy hound. Without thinking twice about it, the flea left the dog, and, once in the thick wool, tried and tried again to reach the root of the hairs. After some time, the flea realized it was a hopeless task, because the hairs were so closely packed that they almost touched. There was no space for the flea to sink its teeth into the skin. So, after a very long time and a lot of hard work, it wanted to return to the dog. Unfortunately, the dog had gone, and the poor flea was left, after repenting the impudent act, and shedding numerous tears, to die of hunger.

 

 

Translation ©Matilda Colarossi

From Aforismi, novelle e profezie, Leonardo da Vinci: http://www.liberliber.it/online/autori/autori-l/leonardo-da-vinci/scritti-letterari/

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