Last update: 06 November 2015
It is said that once upon a time all the feelings and qualities of men gathered in one place on the planet ...
After the third yawn of the Girl, Madness he made her a proposal: "Shall we play hide and seek?" L'Intrigo he raised an eyebrow, intrigued, and there Curiosity, unable to contain himself, he asked: “Hide and seek? And how does it work?"
“It's a game where I close my eyes and start counting, from one to a million, while you hide and, when I finish counting, the first one I find takes my place to continue the game,” Madness explained.
THEEnthusiasm began to dance, immediately followed byEuphoria. The Happiness he made so many leaps that he ended up convincing the Doubt and even theApathy, who was never interested in anything. However, not everyone wanted to participate, the Truth, in fact, he preferred not to hide. Why bother? After all, she always finds herself in the end.
La Pride she declared it was a stupid game, even if deep down what bothered her was that it wasn't her idea. And, as always, the Cowardice preferred not to risk ...
"One, two, three ...", the Madness began to count. The first emotion to hide was there Laziness, who, as always, let himself fall behind the stones of the road. There Fede went up to heaven and theEnvy the shadow of the Triumph, who with his own efforts had managed to climb to the top of the tallest tree.
La Generosity she found it difficult to hide because every place she found seemed perfect for each of her friends: a crystalline lake is made especially for Beauty; the crevice of a tree is ideal for the Shyness; the flight of a butterfly is the best place for the Sensuality; a breath of wind is perfect for the Freedom. Thus, the Generosity ended up hiding behind a small ray of sunshine.
THESelfishnessinstead, he immediately found an excellent place, ventilated and comfortable, but for him alone. There Lie he hid at the bottom of the ocean (lie, he actually hid behind the rainbow). And the Passion and Desiderio they slipped into a volcano. As for the Forgetfulness… We don't remember where he hid… but it's not important anyway.
While Madness mattered, theLove he still hadn't found a place to hide because all the best hiding places were occupied, until he saw a rose garden and, moved, decided to hide among its flowers.
"... and a million!", The Madness ended and began to search. The first to emerge was Laziness, which was only three steps from the stone. Then she felt Faith discussing theology with God and felt the Passion and Desire vibrate inside the volcano.
For a carelessness, he found Envy and, of course, so he also deduced where the Triumph was hiding. Egoism didn't even have to look for him because he ran out of his hiding place, which turned out to be a wasp's nest.
After walking a long time, Madness became thirsty and, when he approached the lake, he saw Beauty. With Doubt it was even easier because she found him sitting on a fence, undecided which side to hide. So, little by little he found them all… he Found the Talent between the fresh grass and theAnxiety in a dark cave, the Lie behind the rainbow (lie, it was at the bottom of the ocean) and even managed to find the Forgetfulness, which by now had forgotten that it was playing hide and seek.
However, Love was nowhere to be found. Madness searched every tree, under all the streams of the planet, on the top of the mountains ... And, when she was about to give up, she saw a rose garden and her roses.
He took a stick and began to move the branches when, suddenly, he heard a scream of pain: the thorns had hurt the eyes of Love. Madness did not know what to do to be forgiven, she cried, begged, apologized and even promised to become the guide of blind Love.
Since then, from the first time that hide and seek was played on Earth ...
Love is blind and Madness always accompanies it.
They say that the heart is a madhouse and that there is always room for a little more madness. Because for love we are able to do anything, to risk our lives in the face of an abyss and even unleash freedom itself.
Love is madness due to a miscalculation, because it cannot be chosen and because it always wins at any game, even if sometimes we come out covered with thorns. Because, as the playwright CalderĂłn de la Barca said, when love is not madness, it is not love.
Image courtesy of Meritxell Ribas
