18th April - Full Moon

In my mother´s arms I dreamt about a little girl.

She was fighting alone against a huge dragon. Sometimes she seemed to be able to tame the dragon to her will, sometimes she was on the point of being eaten by him and I didn´t know what to do. I was feeling so helpless that tears started streaming down my face. They transformed into crystals. Crystals that contained little beings. They were my fairy powers and I gave them to the girl. She smiled and the dragon was tamed.

When I woke up my mother was gone.

I spent this last month learning about myself.

I often looked in the little fairy mirror that my mother gave me but this time not to discover about the others. I wanted to know more about myself. I wanted to explore every feeling, every mood, every thought I have to finally understand what it was that made me so unhappy. All my life I looked for something whithout exactly knowing what it was. And now it was there, in front of me. It was the missing part of my soul.

I think it will take my life time to be completely aware of my double nature but it doesn´t scare me anymore. I am what I am and my powers come from my deepest place. If I can´t control myself I´ll never be able to use them properly.

I was completely buried in this thoughts when my mother came out of the reflecting surface of the lake. The full moon was like a lamp switched on and the waters were mirroring it in a million little wavering lights. It really looked like in a fairy tale. And maybe it was.

-Mum – I said after a few moments – I want to know more about the fairy world. I want to go there. I need to know more about my magic side.

- The fairy world is everywhere – said she – Fairies prefer to live far away from the cities, in woods and forests but it is not uncommon to find them around humans, in their garden or in their fireplaces. It is just that, normally, humans can´t see us.

- Normally? Are there people that can see fairies?

- Yes. Little children for example, before they forget how to watch things, or very sensitive persons like...

- Like my father.

- Yes, like your father – she whispered blushing.

She was so beautiful, my mother. Impossible to resiste her if only one was able to see her.

-We met in front of a wild rosegarden – she continued after a while – White roses they were, and your father saw me. His eyes on me were a caress softer than the roses´ petals. I will never forget it. Never.

A gentle breese moved our hair and souls: it brought with the scent of the roses. And suddenly I could see the three fairies sitting near us. They seemed to know my mother and they looked a bit alike.

I was not afraid. They were smiling and I smiled back.

(Tales from the Mirror - Forth Moon)

19th March - Full Moon

My mother came out from the mirroring surface of the table just in time to stop me.
It is full moon tonight and I was supposed to meet her. But I didn’t think it would have been in that way.
He is on me. He is lifting my skirt.
I knew I shouldn’t have trusted him but he is my boss.
And I was stupid.
With an excuse he made me work till late, than he called me in his office. Everything was dark in the room and he grabbed me putting one of his big fat hands on my breast.
Nobody is in the office any more, it is nearly midnight.
At the beginning everything was so fast and I was so shocked that I paralysed. But it lasted the time he took to throw me on his table. The cold surface made me regain my lucidity and I flew him against the wall behind us just with a glance.
His hands are off me and now I can serve him his punishment. He was laying on the floor bleeding from his head and – I got to know it later – with a broken shoulder. I walked in his direction like a wolf ready to dismember him.
He was lucky and so was I.
Midnight came and my mother stopped me.
She puts one of her hands on my eyes and whispers something. My internal fire cools and I calm down. I didn´t even see her appearing but I am happy she did. I would have become a murder under the tonight bigger moon and I would have been forever. I know that if she had not been there I would have killed him. I could not control myself anymore and I would have done it.
She is taking my hand. We disappear in the old mirror hanging on the wall and get out in my room.
- You spent the last month observing how in reality people are in the little mirror I gave you – softly said my mother driving me to bed – I think is now time for you to learn about yourself. In your eyes sits your power. And the eyes mirror your soul. I will make you sleep now and you will dream. It will be a fairy dream that, if you are willing to learn, will tell you more than you expect.
She starts singing.
It is a beautiful melody that I think I know. I am not sure... I am tired... I am falling asleep.

(Tales from the Mirror - Third Moon)

MIMOSA

Running holding her baby in a tight embrace she fled from a bad husband and even worse father.
Unlike many other she made it.
Like the baby she had the hair of the colour of the big Mimosa blooming in front of me; I had the feeling that the spring was for them.

(The Olive Tree Tales)

18th February - Full Moon

It was full moon again. And midnight.
When she came out of the mirror she was even more beautiful of the first time I saw her.
We were in my bedroom. We sat on the bed and started to chat.
She told me she could see how hard I tried to keep away from my dark side; she was proud of me. But I needed to first go deep into it before being able to really control it.
I am half a fairy. And fairies have two sides. A dark and a bright one. They follow one or the other depending on what charms them most and how strong they are.
But I am half human as well. Also human have a dark and a bright side. Humans as well decide which side to follow depending on their nature.
But no one is just shadow. No one is just light.
When my human feelings are evil my fairy bad side grows so strong in me that I nearly can´t control it. I know I could kill with a glance. And it is fascinating, I have to admit.
- I want to give you something – said my mother while a little round shining box appeared in her hands – Take it always with you and look into it every time you feel you can´t control yourself.
It was a little compact mirror with a sparkling white rose on the top of the box. It was my mother first present.
- It shows what people really are in the moment their image is reflected into it. It is how I see people. And it will help to know better your real you.
- Mum – I said taking the mirror carefully in my hands – what about Dad? I told him I met you. I wanted him to be here as well tonight but he said it was not possible. He was crying when he said it.
- We are not allowed to meet. He knows I can see him in every mirror he looks into. You know this little and shining piece of silver he never forgets to take? It´s his way to take me always with. But if we meet again, I would die. I only wish his last day will be on a full moon so that I could embrace him a very last time and then close my eyes forever. Together with him. We love each other so much!
- Isn´t anything that can be done to set you free?
- Maybe, but it is too dangerous. Failure would mean death for a human or neverending confinement in the tear of a tree for a fairy.
- The tear of a tree?
- Yes. A drop of amber.
- What can be so dangerous? – I asked clenching my fist around the compact mirror.
- To get the key. Loving your father I broke one of the oldest oath of the fairies: “Time doesn´t touch us, old age stays far away, true love can´t die: the mortal will. I swear, in front of mother nature and you, sisters and brothers in magic, never to love a mortal”. Giving birth to you I created a door in between our two worlds. The only way to rescue me is to to get the key and lock that door again.
- Where is the key?
- I don´t know. The spell says: “Deep in the mirror, see but not seen, loving reflections that seem on a screen. Forever but if the key is met and the two worlds´ kiss set”.
There was a way to rescue my mother. I couldn´t think of anything else.
I looked in the mirror she gave me. The image was changing so quick that I hardly recognized myself. It was going as fast as my thoughts and some of it weren´t so positive. A dark lady looked from the mirror. I was scared but she smiled charming.

(Tales from the Mirror - Second Moon)

TRICOLOUR

I saw them passing by, 150 years ago.
A sea of red jackets marching on lushly green fields.
In the background the shining white of the salt-works.

(The Olive Tree Tales)

SHEEP

A teacher once sat at my feet with some of his students.
They didn´t look very different from the many others I saw, they didn´t seem more stupid or obtuser but they sounded like an ignorant manipulatable group of sheep.
He was repeating them the same lie in many different ways. I was shocked to see that they blindly believed him.
No one probably ever taught them to think with their own brain. Unfortunately.
It reminded me of the one that once said that "a lie repeated often enough will eventually be accepted as truth".

(The Olive Tree Tales)

COURTESANS

It was a couple of hundreds years ago when he arrived here with three of his courtesans.
They called him the Duke but nacked into their arms he just looked like and old man.
He payed his few minutes of pleasure, they struggled for existence.
They were impetuous like young mares: he was wise enough not to make them senators.

(The Olive Tree Tales)