"Cuando lo vuelvas a soñar, serás el que soy y tú serás mi sueño."
Veinticinco de Agosto,1983
Jorge Luis Borges
"He had a tall red night-cap on, with a tassel, and he was lying crumpled up into a sort of untidy heap, and snoring loud— ‘fit to snore his head off!’ as Tweedledum remarked.
‘I’m afraid he’ll catch cold with lying on the damp grass,’ said Alice, who was a very thoughtful little girl.
‘He’s dreaming now,’ said Tweedledee: ‘and what do you think he’s dreaming about?’
Alice said ‘Nobody can guess that.’
‘Why, about you!’ Tweedledee exclaimed, clapping his hands triumphantly. ‘And if he left off dreaming about you, where do you suppose you’d be?’
‘Where I am now, of course,’ said Alice.
‘Not you!’ Tweedledee retorted contemptuously. ‘You’d be nowhere. Why, you’re only a sort of thing in his dream!’
‘If that there King was to wake,’ added Tweedledum, ‘you’d go out— bang!— just like a candle!’
‘I shouldn’t!’ Alice exclaimed indignantly. ‘Besides, if I’M only a sort of thing in his dream, what are you, I
should like to know?’
‘Ditto’ said Tweedledum.
‘Ditto, ditto’ cried Tweedledee.
He shouted this so loud that Alice couldn’t help saying, ‘Hush!
(...)
‘Now, Kitty, let’s consider who it was that dreamed it all. This is a serious question, my dear, and you should not go on licking your paw like that— as if Dinah hadn’t washed you this morning! You see, Kitty, it must have been either me or the Red King. He was part of my dream, of course— but then I was part of his dream, too! was it the Red King, Kitty. You were his wife, my dear, so you ought to know— Oh, Kitty, do help to settle it! I’m sure your paw can wait!’ But the provoking kitten only began on the other paw, and pretended it hadn’t heard the question. Which do you think it was? —
(...)
Life, what is it but a dream?"
THROUGH THE LOOKING-GLASS
AND WHAT ALICE FOUND THERE
by LEWIS CARROLL
Simetrías. Libros que terminan con preguntas que tienen respuesta en otros libros. ¿Quién lo soñó? (Alicia) Y, mirá, no sé, pero cuando lo vuelvas a soñar, serás el que soy y tú serás mi sueño (Borges). Ah, entonces; ¿Encontraría a la Maga? Porque, ya que estamos...
