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"In the mornings he was just an ordinary magician,
member of a moving circus that would perform from
village to village. The gypsies, by whom he had been
found and raised, taught him some of their classic
tricks, like for example how to appear doves out of
silk mantillas or rabbits from his hat as well as
several tricks with playing cards. “Magic” tricks that
sometimes impressed the naive peasants that would tip
him, while other times again he would fall humiliated
under the heavy laughter and the cruel mockery of the
crowd.

During the nights though, when he withdraws inside his
tiny tent,…alone...he performs a rather unique kind of
show. Without any audience around at all, he begins to
float on sceneries far more extravagant than anything,
even the most imaginative mind, could ever be able to
give birth to. In this show the doves become celestial
birds, the silken mantillas dance between them weaving
massive, exotic tigers, the cards grow wings and fly
away in mythical places ...while he, is being reborn as
the greatest magician the world had ever witnessed.
Later on, while the night falls heavy upon his tiring
visions, the pictures of his mind fade away once more
as he fells asleep, far beyond the dazzling worlds of
his seductive illusions, in the same, pitiful, sleazy
corner.

Ain’t those the same illusions we all let ourselves
breathe into everyday, fooling our weak hearts and
spirits in believing into worthless affairs that can
so easily deprive us from the power of trusting our
own true making any longer?..."

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