I wanted to reach the top, I
had to reach the top, I could see the sun coming up there, when a wild Pluto appeared
in front of me, blocking my way. That was when behind a tree Dante appeared and
said "Come, come, young artist, that way there is no way, so come with me so
I can teach you another way to reach the top." And so I followed, and soon
we were entering the gates of Disneyland. "Through here we have to go,
crossing those many theme parks so you can reach your goal, but before I have a
very important question to ask you." "Ask it" I said to Dante.
"So, okay, I understand that reading the whole Divine Comedy is a hard
work, but at least my whole page on wikipedia you could have taken the trouble
to end, right?" "Yeah ... I planned to, but did not found it
necessary, because I intend to finish writing this text in less than an hour."
"So, not even a citation in italian will I speak throughout our journey?
"" Wait ..." "Una bellissima ragazza è il sole, una
creatura straordinaria, one che fa l'galoppare immaginazione." "Satisfied?"
"A quote from me, no from Marcello Mastroianni." "Yeah ... ok,
let’s continue on my journey!" " But not even Disneyland you know how
it is" " ... "
Guided by Dante, we enter
the first of Disney´s theme parks: a thematic city taken by thousands of Goofys
in love. Passionate, abandoned, goofy. "Love means never having and
losing, love is to have and even still lose, love is to remember and be
forgotten, love is to forget, but always
remember. Let's ask one of those Goofys, my young artist friend." "They
all seem different, but they are so equal in their stupidity." "Any
one will do. Hey you, yes you there writing that letter, come here!" And
the Goofy came. "What is it about this letter?" "I don’t
understand, for I loved with all the nano-particle of my being, and yet it was
not enough. It is preferable to be in the mud, than in my presence? I don´t
know, really don´t know, I thought I knew, but I don´t know. And if I only knew
that, what's left of me now? I don´t know." "It's quite pathetic,
Dante. " "Yes, let's go to the next."
One city after a rainbow is
what came before us. A picturesque colorful city, taken by smiling rats. As
soon as we enter it, we were greeted by a smiling Mickey Mouse. "Hello
friends, everything is perfect today! I hope that you all are having fun!"
"Why are you so happy?" asked Dante. "Hahahaha, why else would I,
because I am! Look how I smile, of course I'm happy! Hahaha." "But what
is the reason for all this?" I asked. "Hahaha, because I'm happy! I
have to be happy, no? What do you want, that I be something else? What do you
expect me to be otherwise? Do you want me to be miserable? Is that it? Why would
anyone want someone to be in a miserable state? Just because nothing in my life
has any importance and all meaning has been destroyed, crushed in the gutter?
You want me to lie crying in the gutter? Turn into an alcoholic? Is that it? So
you can very well go harass another mouse, because this one is a happy one! I
must be! I am! Yes, yes, look how I smile!" "I do not want to smile
like him, let's continue." Dante said.
We crossed a bridge over a
lake of fire, pieces of pigs were floating in the water painted in red, some of
those pieces were still moving and among then there were mouths that shouted
"Never again, never again." A worm wriggled on the road full of
tumors. We come to Duckburg. An enraged Donald Duck walked angry through the
street quacking unrecognizable words. Dante reached into his pocket and pulled
out his wallet to get a coin, then he shot it with his finger into air. The
coin rose, then fell on the sidewalk in front of us, drawing the attention of
Uncle Scrooge, who until then had not noticed us. "A coin, a precious coin,
could it have fell from my wallet? Hum ... it is yours? What lack of attention
with your precious money!" "Yeah, how clumsy am I, thanks for
returning it. One question, do you know what's wrong with that duck
there?" asked Dante. "Hah ... my nephew is revolted by the hen he
loves. Every two seconds, she gives a different kind of attack, not knowing
what she want from life, and it affects him wholly. Yelling that she really doesn´t
love him, that she can´t recognize his value, and then he punches the walls. My
nephew always has those problems with his hens. The first, another crazy one,
disappeared one day, leaving him with three eggs to raise. Hah ... and you
think he was taking care of those eggs? No, the three were left for me. And
worse still, he only calls then nephews. The three little bastards do not even
know that he is there father! But I've learned my lesson in life. I've also been
flustered as a young duck with those short skirts that were worth nothing, they
never knew what they wanted out of life, and only caused problems. That's why I
gave myself to my beautiful coins. You know how to live a good life? Simple,
just depend on yourself for everything. And money will give you this
possibility. Hah, I remember the first time I could fill my big safe full of
gold coins, I went swimming in it and broke my spine. Do you think I started
crying after that? No, I changed then for the best adamantium bones in the
market. Yes, now that metal is part of our continuity. What money can´t buy?"
"But still, you never thought of falling in love again, even in this new condition
of self-sufficient?" I asked. "Ah ... yes ... of course, always
believed that with a strong hen beside me, supporting me in all my goals, I could
become much richer. But you think I found one? Hens today are being conditioned
to satisfy a lot more society’s needs than anything else, they get lost in an
cheap ego, believing it to be there´s, but it is only a creation of society for
it´s on sake, so they lose completely sight of the whole picture. None can
conceive in there’s imaginations the kind of union possible to override
everything else as I thought. But, do you
want to know who is the hen of my life? She's here! So Uncle Scrooge
took a coin from his pocket and showed us the outline of a hen in one of its
sides. We continued to the next park.
The path of the park began
to vanish, and become quickly a heap of loose stones. We went down, and
everything around us had become a gray stone horizon. Dante went in front of
me, puzzled. "It's weird, my young artist friend, we should be rising, but
we're going down, and I don’t know the reason of this. Tell me what was your
initial question to be needing to reach the top?" I was going to answer
Dante, when suddenly...
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