Para saír daquí

De vez en cando, o meu fotógrafo favorito regálanos, a uns cantos afortunados, unha reflexión filosófica con apariencia de mail colectivo.


O gato de Cheshire, para John Tenniel

Non é a primeira vez que sinto que me susurra ao oído a súa última ocorrencia porque sabe que é exactamente o que necesito oir:

`Cheshire Puss,' she began, rather timidly, as she did not at all know whether it would like the name: however, it only grinned a little wider. `Come, it's pleased so far,' thought Alice, and she went on. `Would you tell me, please, which way I ought to go from here?'
`That depends a good deal on where you want to get to,' said the Cat.
`I don't much care where...' said Alice.
`Then it doesn't matter which way you go,' said the Cat.
`... so long as I get somewhere,' Alice added as an explanation.
`Oh, you're sure to do that,' said the Cat, `if you only walk long enough.'

Non é a primeira vez. E espero que non sexa a derradeira.

Camiñarei tanto como poida.