Primer texto en ingles: The Labyrinth

Ante la situación en la que nos hemos encontrado muchos de acercarnos a hacer Teatro encuentro y comprobar que la otra persona es estranjera Susana lo tuvo claro e inprovisó el texto en Ingles. Después de ese encuentro ha escrito el texto correctamente en inglés para seguir haciéndolo cuando la otra persona lo necesite. Además lo pone en el blog para que los más valientes se lo aprendan y así lleguemos a más gente:

The Labyrinth

I imagine a labyrinth.


Inside, you inhabit some uncertain, some unknown place for me.

Day by day I put all my effort into looking for you.

At sunrise, when I open up my eyes, 2 or 3 minutes before the alarm goes off, I find myself standing again at the entrance of the labyrinth. I go in, get lost in the narrow corridors, trip over the corners, get desperate looking at to the sky, for some sign that tells me something about you.
After running and running, after running and shouting your name, desperate, I manage to get out of it.

I come back to the same place, the entrance.

Then the alarm goes off and I know that today I won’t meet you again either.

Gets out an envelope from his pocket. You can see quickly that it’s a letter. It has a stamp and it’s handwritten. It looks wrinkled and a little bit old.

Some time ago I received this letter. I wasn’t used to receiving personal letters. Only bills and advertising. The letter-box wasn’t an important place for me. It was only a drawer where every day papers appeared that were not important for me at all. Frequently, I left the letters unopened for a long time. It was a kind of revenge. I didn’t want to read: Dear Miss/ Mister Customer. Too much politeness from somebody who was just passing me the bills or was trying to sell me something that I didn’t need seemed nearly as an insult to me.

But this day there was a letter that someone bothered to write. To me. It was personal. It was not trying to sell me anything or charging me, neither was it treating me as royalty. I supposed it was a friend. Or maybe not. I never found it out.

May I?

Opens up the envelope and shows this card.





I feel like somebody was spying on my thoughts during all this time.

Look. The you is in the labyrinth. But it’s me who has to cover it all if I want to get closer to him.

It looks like if he was waiting for me to come however he is making me prove myself. That’s the picture of what I’ve imagined.
For many days I thought that it was not fair. If he wants me to get closer, why doesn’t he come straight to me, why doesn’t he wait for me openly? Why do we have to make our lives so difficult?

After these days, I realized that maybe the you has not built a labyrinth around him, but was a prisoner inside of it. In this case, who had built it?

And, what if the labyrinth did not exist? If it was only a product of my eyes?

I mean, probably, I was seeing a labyrinth when I was looking at the you, but surely the same was happening to him when he was looking at me. It is as if we were looking and, as we were doing it, we were building a labyrinth. It’s as if we could not look at ourselves clearly, without obstacles, without barriers.

Human beings, if we are not blind, we can see. But when it comes to look at another human being, we never have our eyes prepared in advanced. In some moments we have lost our look of innocence.

At the beginning, I got very anxious, because I didn’t know who sent me this letter. But now I’m not so interested in that. I think that it could be any human. It’s as if this letter was sent to me by all the people who I’m going to meet in the future. They send it to me to warn me. To prepare my eyes. To make me destroy the labyrinth before each encounter. In some ways, it’s as if this letter was sent to me by you.