my Control Freak Inner Dwarf
As I was a
kid, my mum would read me to sleep these amazing traditional tales from around
the world that to the present day I distinctively feel as a part of myself.
They were
published in an incredible set of books within the much wider and more ambitious
project called Centro Editor de América Latina which certainly changed our
cultural lives as kids then, and still today influences our ways of learning
and enjoying culture diversity.
Since my
foundations root in this diversity, it is not to wonder I am a multiform
person, and every now and then I come to facts with the many characters living
inside me.
All this
goes to introduce you to the newly individuated, little but not powerless star-in-me:
My Control Freak Inner Dwarf, aka Abedul Al-Dil Balá.
He is minute,
as said before, and for that I tend to undervalue his strength, yet he has a way
of getting along with it that I would not really notice until too late that he’s
freaking out of his (and therefore mine, as well) mind.
He moves
openly and acts directly, and he reasons with me, he seems harmless and confident
while presenting the case’ pros & cons, and “always” leaves the ultimate
choice to me.
But like
Sharazade, has such a power of seduction that I cannot help surrendering. [sigh!]
So I would
find myself “rationally” making sense, when instead I am just being overpowered
by Abedul once AGAIN.
He is lucid
and wise; he is a tough guy and knows the facts, and appealing to real past
experiences, he traces the sketches of how the future will certainly be.
But ¡alas! He
has one MAJOR defect, and that’s he lives IN me, for his utmost misfortune has
never gone out, not even for a short holiday tourism or a scholarship exchange.
And since he doesn’t know the outer space, has no external elements to add to
his control passionate essential equation: LIFE.
He lacks
variables. His predictions are often correct, but that’s the thing: OFTEN. For in
many occasions we (he & me) have not been able to actually see what would
have happened if we wouldn’t have been so focused on “our perfect plans” and
would have just let the magic carpet flow to whatever destination it felt to
go.
So, since
it is not but recently that I have come to sharpen his looks, my search for a
compromise has not ended yet.
However, I
cannot help wondering how it’d turn out if I introduce him to a sexy, gorgeous,
veiled gal to hypnotize him at least from time to time.
By the way,
written at 5:30 a.m. of a filthy sleeping night.
A picture of Mr. Abedul
Complete Album -coming soon-
if you have freak control dwarf worse than mine or simply liked the pic&tale
thanks for sharing it around
