PEEKABOO

That undefined face smiling, then the curtain of hands, then there it is again.
“Peeka…”
The wait for those hands to open again, the hope that that smile will return.

“…boo!”

That game tells us that nothing is lost. There is no anguish if there is something left, after the greetings.

But can we say it better?

It’s not like the half sandwich you find on Sundays when you pack your backpack.

Is it something that stays…or something that is done?

Let’s go in order. We say hello, I don’t see you anymore and…then?

How do I close my eyes and still see you?

Making “disappear” is not synonymous with losing.

May the “concrete”, the figure, disappear to give birth to…more.

“boo!”

But “other” than?

I counted them: we said 37367889 words to each other, we breathed 8000 times, I blinked about 60 times but…what’s left?

But put like that, it’s a bit’ like Dr. Frankenstein…trying to rebuild life with things…death.

For this reason, the technique, the advice, the indications are reassuring. They are the parts to keep in your backpack, they are precisely “things” concrete.

But they wither…because they are not “own production”.
So much for care and autonomy.

So the end of the session is not to take the flowers…but to make spring?

…that “peekaboo” is an opportunity to open psychic eyes, closing physical ones.

And As Pennac says “imagination doesn’t mean lying”, it’s the world you invent after, when you close the door.

The “perception” ends, we return to the world outside and …an unconscious image of that relationship is created.

It’s not like the sandwich that goes through your mouth, you digest and it becomes… oh well, you know.

He chooses another path, not chewable.

It goes through the belly, the affections and then reaches the eyes.

Finding an unconscious “a-boo!”, which is transformation of the relationship.

… which enriches our internal image.

Gianluca Ambrosini