The title is offhand, I admit, but finds its reason in the fact that today I realized that I had a new member to my blogghino. I remember the first time I had only two, then three, and when they became four could finally, fully, call them "those few who read me." I guess that makes all pleased to discover that there are people who use their precious time to read and if I think about how many stupid things I write or abstruseness I'm doubly flattered. I thank all the cats that follow me, I really do with my heart and I do not want to though sometimes I write stuff that's not going to genius.
So here is the title I'll get right to the bean, because I was publishing a post with a tale to which I mentioned a few days ago but I had already used the title and repeat it put me in a dilemma. I thank the gentle lady cat for giving me this idea and gladly dedicate my mumbling another. Do not make strange ideas other cats, the fact is purely coincidental, and although I do not think the cabal or grimace I like to think that thirteen is a lucky number.
BLOOD OF TOAD toad
Al liked the image of the country, one that did not have time to cover her face with her apron when they burst out laughing in the face of the Lady. He thought
, Toad, Oh if I had even one drop of that class, if I had even a glimmer of light in his eyes, if I had even a grain of his boundless imagination, his directness, his honesty, not but I toad prince.
It was with these thoughts and so that the toad went for a very long journey, with his clumsy movements it was not easy.
course, attracted by the water often ended up in the muddy puddles, and debase mortified his quest for beauty. He thought he knew what beauty was, is deluded to recognize it, but realize it was always much more complicated than observing it. And even when the water seemed clean the deception was always lurking, invisible pollutants due to even more deadly, sometimes fatal. It was the woman to teach that the most dangerous pollutant that had a special name called the invisibility instinct aside. Heck, she thought to herself, the toad, though it is invisible as do you see it. But the woman, patient, and explained that he felt the application did not need his eyes, because what disappeared was the humanity of a person, not his body. The toad was puzzled, and woman tried to help her confused understanding using an example in history is there for all to see but of which few have understood the origin and no one before she had discovered the cause: Nazism. He explained that recently was used to observe the material reality of a body at the same time if they nullify his humanity as the Nazis did, who saw the bodies of their victims very well, but in their delusions, erases the human reality and considered a race or less degenerate. The Nazis did not have a wrong relationship with "things" were shiny and highly rational, but having a wrong relationship with the human reality exchanged for human beings of things and acted accordingly. In reality there is a physical phenomenon called scotoma, the Nazis were affected on a psychic level. The toad
listened attentively, while inside he began a series of elaborations and links that did not stop images appearing on images. However, much work needed to succeed in bringing those images at the level of verbalization, and recognized that the woman had this wonderful ability.
The woman returned to the fields. The frog jumped a small puddle and while he did, for a moment, he saw reflected in his image, and greatly astonished to see that the image was not of a toad. Remained dumbfounded and crowded thoughts swirling in his poor little head. He tried to stay calm but it was not easy. Do I groped to be intelligent, she told herself, knowing that intelligence is a quality often confused with the cunning, or worse, with the cunning. No, intelligence is a gift of nature, others are trade skills. If my understanding is not enough I'll have to make me pay, he thought, moreover, is already a very intelligent thought and nobler than the arrogance of believing without being intelligent. So
ran through the fields to look for the woman again.
Tell me a little 'what happened to me when I missed that little puddle of water, he said, quite out of breath from running. The farmer laughed. They are so funny, he asked the toad prey all'avvilimento. You know the story of Narcissus, the woman asked in return. More or less yes, "answered the toad. Well, then you know everyone is saying he loved himself, but the reality is quite different, he does not recognize himself and thought that the reflection was that of another, different, why you fell in love. Damn you, "said the toad, then I'm like Narcissus. The peasant burst into laughter and barely caught his breath he said, No, it is thus, you think you see a toad because someone has convinced you to be, but for a moment your eyes were not provided to quell'annullamento and you saw yourself for who you are. But that's the story, said the toad worried. The story of those who allow themselves to cancel, "said the woman, because allowing someone to damage your image you consent to the creation of yourself in a negative e. .. you find yourself hopping like a toad. If you do not let anyone to cancel then you still see yourself in the mirror and love others and not yourself. Mica me but I love her, I was convinced that I lived a frog and toad. What a good boy and tell me 'who you could love and how you'd love with those lovely ideucce in the head, the woman scolded him. Well, maybe a rospina I would find myself. Exactly, someone like you, one like you, no one other than yourself. You know, "said the toad, just now I thought the intelligence, now I discover that the physical eyes are not enough to see things, especially different. Exactly, you only need the physical eyes to see a pond, but guess what's in the water you need the image. Someone loses a few moments after that was born and goodbye knowledge, the mother has blinded him and only true love can, perhaps, make him re-birth. But if you started on the path of lucid reason, that all controls and freezes, then it will be difficult to remove all the deception that has been built images will be flat with the pantomime. Please country, pleaded the toad, tell me that I have not lost my birth. I've been losing my friend, she said, you came very close to death, it was enough that you had not had that little jump, and you'd be a frog forever. You are too generous and modest, "said the toad, the truth is that I would have stayed if I had not met toad. Well, think what you want, for my part I am sure that things went well, you saw me first, which are so different from you and then you see yourself, then it is thanks to them both.
The woman ran through the fields, the frog sat on a wall along the stream, crossed her legs, lit a cigar and thought that he loved.
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