The magic of carousels

Christmas is coming and with it, the fantasy and magic of some very special objects returns, the carousels, which, in some way, just by looking at them, bring back memories impregnated with the illusion of times, very far away in some cases, as in mine, when, without knowing it yet, we were beginning to star in that authentic odyssey that is living.

There is something hopeful about observing that, after all, these new generations are not different, at all, from those others that preceded them: they continue to perfectly play that character of the Major Arcana of the Tarot, the Fool, who walks through life with carefree enthusiasm, their consciences completely oblivious to the traps of danger.

And they demonstrate it precisely here, in this comparative ritual circle, where they feel the magnetism of the challenge, seeking the illusory temptations of the higher floors, as if in some way they already carried implicit in their DNA that enigmatic phrase of Master Hesse: 'How beautiful, how foolish, how enchanting is this poor life!'.

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