SEARCHING FOR THE MAGIC PLACE

Events and encounters are not ballast or alleys whose exit is unknown, 
but rather mirrors: small, large, convex, concave, wavy, deforming, splintering, 
obscured ans capable in any case, with their reflection, 
of letting us know an as yet unknown part of ourselves.
Sometimes I wonder what is at the end of this maze of mirrors. 
What will become of me.. Of my self-awareness.
I have a very private private life, hidden, 
like a private life in every shadow of part of a fragment of my private life. 
A real mess, a labyrinth with several floors, perhaps dimensions.
Under a secret, other secrets, under these other little things hidden. 
So deeper and deeper... where there is the truth,
the absolute one, the one even purer than me. 
The one I don't even know I know. 
There, I live. 
I feed on emotions, which, filtered by my tangled life, 
seem increasingly dim and light and are no longer enough for me... 
they are never enough for me.
I created mazes for us
inadvertently
I left traps
scattered around the garden.
I have carved statues
around our bodies
and perhaps I will have a Virgil
and who knows if it will help anything
maybe I'll have a Montegue
that cradles me in the evening
and the next day it flies away.
Where am I going?
I only see "blind spots"
and false leads to follow.
Rough paths
messed up by mistake.
Labyrinths where I get lost,
no way out.
I feel like I'm going in circles. Is it the circle of karma or an unexplored time circle?
I stay here
surrounded by doubts
that plow my way.
Uncertainty upon uncertainty
I get further and further away
by myself.

PAN’S LABYRINTH

The labyrinth of the faun is a parable full of esoteric meanings. An example is represented by the transformation path that the young Ofelia will have to face by overcoming her fears and making choices. The three tests to which the guardian Faun of the labyrinth subjects her are the initiation rite necessary to return to her kingdom. But it will be precisely by not completing them that the child will prove that she is the chosen one.

THE CHANGE OF MYSELF

There are days when I wonder how everyone could have disappeared from within me. How can they have passed into me and canceled in this way. There are days I don’t remember what the Faun looked like, and other days when I remember it very well. And it could be the change. Entering his labyrinth but it did not happen. And I find myself here and ask for a change. I ask myself but I can’t. I feel inside an increasingly narrow labyrinth that suffocates me. No monster, not even one, no ogre, no elf, not even a nimbly strange being that can spread its wings and take me away.

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