With a swagger in his walk and a glean in his eyes, Eduardo travels the world as we know it and others we don’t know so well. 

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 A troubadour, performer, teacher, always ready to play the character, sing the song, tell the story.He has many faces a mirror for humanity and if you come across him or call him into your life, then dare to look closely. Listen to what ‘s being said and what’s not being said, he will show you the self you do not see. 

 So who is this Eduardo?

 Where does he come from? 

Many have crossed his path .Those who stayed a while and did not flee all tell a different story, for he has a tale for all who will listen. 

 I met him in the world of my dreams on a cobble road at dusk. He sat a stride a log singing a song of lament. Dark hair tied in a top knot, not unlike mine I thought. Clothes dark as midnight yet they glimmered in an unworldly fashion as if ready to change at a moments notice. 

He looked to me . I stared into his face and I saw my own .

 He smiled  and gestured and I took the log beside him. 

“Why do you sing so sadly” I asked .To which he answered  “Why is it that you hear it sadly”.  

“Where do you come from” I said.  

 He gestered with open hands and a cheaky grin and as the last rays of sunlight were replaced by the silver of the moon and a carpet of stars ,  he told me a story. 

There once was a young boy who to many eyes was born a cripple, his limbs not quite as straight as others may like. His parents worried by the bow in his legs consulted a healer who also happened by chance to be the local blacksmith . So with steel and harness he set about remoulding the boys legs to a more acceptable form . The boy spent his nights bound unable to move accept in his dreams and by day  legs harnessed like  work ponies in  steel and leather.  As he watched children run unfettered, the boy dreamed of worlds far removed from his own.