My Chronicles of.... Narnia
I saw the film some days ago and it made me reflect. Narnia, the land of unexpected magic reachable by chance through a wardrobe. Narnia, winter and snow forever under the power of evil, of the Ice Witch. Narnia, where the springtime, the Good, or perhaps the desire onirically represented by a Lion, fight to recover the frozen kingdom to give it back to the warmth of human senses.
I peep through the wardrobe and, under the street lamp, I can see myself staring at the dreadful castle.
I'm wondering: how did I get in here?, and nearby trees seem to whisper: -Your PCa diagnosis, can't you remember that?-
-What seemed fiction is now your reality, son of Adam, and when life pushes you through the wardrobe, your previous experiences become fiction, memories, foggy pictures-
I find some comfort thinking that, at least, the Ice Witch's Castle looks quite far away at the moment.
Mis crónicas de....Narnia