This is a story, telling the sprites, in the days of spring when the rains pass giving way to the rainbow ...
They say that the eternal love between two people born Ebnax, the fairy mirror ... their playground was the great forest of myrtle south of the towering volcano of truth. There
grew up with other fairies. Mandates and acted the rules for the other fairies, but he was so multifaceted ...
believed he could be a flower, sun, spring, squirrel, tree, just because at one with the image that they projected onto the surface of your body, your eyes and minds, were convinced that she was all that and much more ... because in every mirror she could feel the light and shadow, love and the lack of it, goodness and evil. It looked
where to look, this duality appeared .....
Year after year, this enthusiasm grew, supported by the reflection of all beings with whom she contacted .......
began to notice that the other fairies were resolved to be, to express its essence I radiate ... but she just radiated a reflection of the other .....
This was his prison ... this was his duality ...
His greatest illusion sustained by it. This contrast with the other brought the big question "Who am I? ... their inability to respond was that he asked him all beings around her Who am I? The answers were obtained, the image of a bird or a sunset or a flower. Tired, stop your search and silence, the pain I felt deep inside, emerged, came from a place not known until then. The pain is said to cry and mourn started ..... Cry for days, weeks, months ...
Her tears turned into a clear lake ...
Ebnax was first on the surface of the lake, which had the quality to reflect to others ... could see and know in time that she was not the lake, because this came from his eyes ... the joy and love that I gave him a spark of consciousness that grew in his heart ... and change his whole face, his skin was dyed blue, since for her, the color of truth, his hair red, the color of passion and green eyes, the color of hope ...... Then
connected with that part of himself that had been transformed, feeling of his heart, which is love ... finally found within, in the place where he lived the truth. Those who are looking to say that hovers, blows and stirs in the mind of every mortal in search of truth ... Draw maps, leaves clues so that they find the treasure of its existence, nestled in the trunk of his heart where the divine spark installed. It seems that some of these deaths are being installed there ... when this happens is a major transformation. Some have been blue, because in truth they have become, remember that the first track is followed their feelings and that elected office again and again the other way keys art recreated the magic ...
This reaches our ears a spring day when we were ready to hear the mermaids, while the rain would pass that lead to the rainbow ...
Gimena Story Iparraguirre.
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