Tonino and the magic mirror
Tonino was bored.
For some 'games of other children made him yawn and his puppets do not invent more new adventures. Ugh had become his favorite word. Then he left to seek his fortune as those of fairy tales.
met an old woman with two heavy bags of expenditure.
-Young man help me and you will not regret, he said. He took a bag and followed her.
The old house was small and dark but had a good smell. Without realizing Tonino slept on a sofa. When he opened his eyes it was evening and the old woman was cooking.
-Eat something and you're here, tonight, you can start tomorrow.
After dinner, he made him a hot chocolate and said, "Take this mirror will help you in times of need like you did with me.
Toni looked at the mirror, did not look anything special but he was polite and thanked him a child.
The next morning he departed with a mirror and a piece of cake in his pocket.
walked through a forest when he found himself in a clearing surrounded by a wall of trees. On one sat a giant boulder. Four meters high, taller than an elephant, he slept. Toni came but that opened two terrible eyes, jumped up and threw himself to the child. Toni began to run around to escape, then remembered the mirror and froze. The giant, surprised, stopped. Tonino's points against the mirror, but nothing happened, then We looked inside to see what was wrong and poof gone.
giant scratched his head, spun around, but the flea child was not anywhere. He picked up the mirror and looked.
Tonino saw the face of the giant that was approaching and he knew he was in the mirror. In the eyes of the giant that was reflected saw the reason for his anger: no one had ever kissed.
giant thought of not being so bad and wondered why no one had ever kissed him and was about to beat the mirror against the rock when the child jumped off the glass giving it a little kiss on her big nose. The giant became all red and ran opening a passage between the trees.
Toni took the mirror and followed the path opened by the giant in the woods on the run. The forest ended in a desert of black earth. From the top of a dune Toni saw a castle was there that he must go. He began the descent, but was only half that he heard a roar. He looked around and saw nothing. Four more steps and the roar back. He also felt a strange smell, a mixture of pork, chicken and wet dog. When the roar was just behind Toni disappeared in the mirror. He spent a few seconds, then, from his hiding place magical, Toni saw a dragon. Only from there could see it because the dragon is perfectly camouflaged. Precisely for this reason it was bad that she would not take the color of things around him. He wanted to have its color, it was blue, green, yellow, even pink, but it had to be her. And then nobody ever saw his tail and trampled. Do not take it anymore and ate them all.
Tonino fumbled in his pocket, remember we have placed a red marker, and in fact here it is. In a moment he was out of the mirror and clip the pen behind the ear of the dragon that became red hot, beautiful. The dragon flew away excited, but not to control Take the color of the sky.
The castle was surrounded by a moat with no bridge. Tonino hoped that the mirror had a solution. From the mirror he saw a hallway lit by torches and a door at the bottom. He reached out to open it and found himself in the hallway. The door opened without difficulty, but as soon as he crossed the threshold of suspicion is closed with a thud. He was in a dark room. The sound of footsteps. Silence. A flame and a few inches from his face was a witch. He ran to the door but that would not open. Behind him, the witch grinned and licked his lips. -How nice snack- he said and put out the flame. Toni could not look in the mirror if everything was dark. Here, he thought, my luck will be the belly of a witch. It already felt icy hands closer to his neck when he saw that filtered a bit 'light under the door. He kicked the witch, she put the mirror in the light and disappeared. From inside the mirror he was all clear. That was not a witch but a girl who was bored by too many years. He was bored so much as to become old, ugly and nasty. But Toni knew what he needed. He went out from the mirror and took her hand: "Do you want to be my friend? - The churches. The witch smiled and immediately returned children, squeezed his hand and answered, "Yes.
Tonino The girl brought in the hall of the castle and there were the red dragon and the giant so that waiting for them to start playing. They played and played and when they were tired, they sat at a table and began to imagine the many adventures that awaited them.
Carnival without borders How does it feel to be locked inside another dream That
has no chance of being realized?
1
The inflatable sofa was comfortable even though he could not feel completely realized.
The basement was not a bad place for him who had no aesthetic ideals.
was just like any other place to stay.
He was made to go somewhere.
was being deflated to leave him baffled.
A question of self-perception.
a child had been deflated and sealed in a box.
Then the teens had taken him out of the box and was brought up, inflated, taking a form that ultimately believed. But it was deflated and returned to the box. He could not understand. It was already old age?
was not old age. It was a story of men who decided the fate of the couch.
Alda had given the sofa to Filomena.
Filomena had swollen but had realized that in his house there was not enough space.
She had given him, then, to his brother Elio.
Alda When he learned that Philip had given to the sofa Elio that she had given her, took offense and had an argument a little 'with Filomena. And he said - at this point, if you do not have to take you, restituiscimelo that I put in my house -.
Filomena did not want to fight and so Elio asked to return the couch and then brought him back to Alda. Alda spent a few months and got bored of the sofa, which returned to the house of Filomena, this time under the stairs.
The couch did not know anything about this whole story.
The sofa knew:
to be plastic,
be orange,
can be inflated or deflated.
The couch did not know anything about the men, their stories and their history.
In his unconscious, or was in the DNA?, There were traces of a story.
was a story whose origins are lost in the darkness of past centuries.
But in dreams, not the whole story was revealed to the couch.
And in conscious memory, that of waking in the basement, the story began in more recent times.
The sofa dreaming:
to be a tree with leaves eaten by some animal.
to be an animal and eat the leaves of a tree.
to be animal and tree or vice versa, and then die.
The sofa recalled:
to be a black drop along with other had procreated.
that procreation had also meant that his death as a drop.
that gave birth to the plastic skin that was now deflating him.
The history of the men lost in the mists of time.
but they also had traces of their origin in very hidden self.
nor their conscious memory or their dreams revealed to him the whole story.
Men dreamed:
monkeys to be among the leaves. monkeys in fear from predators.
to find a flame and tame.
to find a seed and plant it.
The men had a trick for the memories.
was to tell other men.
So every man might know many more memories that his alone.
The sofa was afraid that what was living under the stairs was the old age.
Or the moment, perhaps, to reproduce.
then to die as a couch.
The couch was explaining the death with the idea of \u200b\u200breproduction.
Sometimes he liked the idea and thought it would be another, that life goes on, however.
Sometimes he was afraid that's all.
The men were afraid of old age. And they knew that death be the last moment of conscious memory. The men were given the name of death at that time when all men had stopped to talk about the past.
The men explained the death with so many different ideas.
Sometimes these ideas he liked.
Sometimes they were afraid that's all.
2
The couch did not know anything about the men, their stories and their history.
He was under the stairs.
The couch did not even conscious of having more memory than a single man.
And even the men had different ideas that he knew nothing of death.
The sofa was blind and deaf and motionless under the stairs.
Alone and unaware of his own solitude.
Filomena One day he remembered the inflatable sofa and spoke with two of his friends, and Dina Federico. Frederick's sister, Anna, was to furnish the house he had just finished restoring with his partner, Ebony.
Fred knew it and he said to Philip:-Ebony and we ask Anna if he needs-obviously referring to the inflatable sofa. Filomena agreed.
Ebony and Anna wanted the sofa. -At least to see if you are good in the living room, "said Anna.
The sofa was about to leave the basement but did not know anything.
The couch had no decision-making power.
was devoid of self-determination.
-What fools men-would have thought the couch if he knew what men believed to be death.
Why the couch had no memory of every single man, but regarding the death, had also more than all the men together.
He knew that death was playing.
The men, however, knew death as an end. What was there after dark and the end was explained only by ideas, not from memory. The men could at any time to ask: "but my idea is right? -.
The sofa had not been asked anything.
The couch had no decision-making power.
was there under the stairs and thought that that was already old age. and was afraid of a little 'and some' no one would think that after playing. He was there but he did not depend on his being there, depended on men. Even then, his fear was caused by men.
Ebony and Anna took the couch.
Ebony him swelled. Anna looked at him he was fine in the living room.
discovered the sofa, then, that lived under the stairs was not old age.
After a few months and Anna bought a couch Ebony and largest non-inflatable.
The sofa finished in the cellar.
Then Anna Ebony and give it to their relatives who kept it a bit 'and then put him in the closet until they gave to an ecclesiastical organization that made him a prize in a charity fishing.
house to house, from inflated deflated in one day, the sofa ended up in a landfill.
That day, after many feared old age, the sofa is no longer believed in old age.
He thought that he would never play.
He was there , half-steps and, seen from afar, his figure was only a white spot between the steps.
approached, they started to better distinguish the forms and that figure in half steps ceased to be a spot to become a break between the white steps, a pause between life before and after stone.
He stood there, almost with indifference.
A half flight of steps with a step the right leg bent under him and the left foot one step down. Her arms in her lap.
But these details were not immediately noticed. Because there was only one thing that fascinated passers-by. One thing attracted their gaze at risk of tripping them up on steps, if they were climbing the stairs, or to have bumped into a pole if they were passing in the street below the staircase.
His left ankle. There was
some magical combination between the position of the foot, the length of the pants and the baseness of shoes, which highlighted his ankle.
and say "out" is an understatement.
The Rising ankle, rose, rose, tondeggiava mistress of attention, almost scandalous.
Scandalous yet natural.
Like the naked breast of a nursing mother. With the exception of the feature.
Yes, because a bare breast nursing is justified, and although all eyes are attracted to it, no one could judge scandalous.
For the ankle was different. Even passers-shocked could not express their opinion because contemptuous has never seen a shocking ankle and all would laugh behind if they had outraged aloud.
Meanwhile, the ankle attracted attention. Naked and perfect.
And the looks they were ashamed of their set but did not stop.
And no one could, went out a bit ', to remember who was behind that wonderful ankle, indeed no one could think of concrete thinking, there were only feelings bodies and even to the ankle but for its charm.
Many wondered-but what is it that made me this? - When they resumed self-awareness.
Rare were those who remembered his ankle, but they could not even give a sex to the body in the ankle was a member.
This was because the passers-by nature, and none of them contravvenne pass this law of physics not even that morning, even to the ankle.
I, however, I stopped.
will be because they are a weak and I can not abandon what fascinates me,
will be because I'm a dirty old man pervert and voyeur,
will be because I've never been through a fundamentalist
for what will be, done is that I stopped.
I sat in a place that gave me a good view and looked. and let me win and carry. and certainly I would stay there like a idiot, if what happened did not happen.
The ankle was covered.
Gently, almost eagerly, one hand down to cover the ankle.
was then that I looked up and saw who it was my ankle, I saw him on the face look as if he has not noticed the commotion that resulted.
He was there, and I got up in the middle staircase.
When I was away, and I turned for the last time, stain the white of the steps had disappeared.
