“Alice: How much time is forever?
White Rabbit: Sometimes, only a second “
Lewis CARROLL
Alice did not know that behind the mirror
there was no Wonderland.
Nor did she know -as she slipped-
that there was no light at the end of the tunnel.
There was only the everyday life
kidnapping the time deprived of blood
that runs through the veins
and brings her close to death,
metastasis of life.
However, she was tempted by oblivion
sneaking into the jar of calm,
death as a pause, life as a transit,
without blows, without offenses,
only with the Queen of Hearts
who stopped the time in the watch
of the rabbit with vest.
Colored pills rolled
from the pocket of her apron,
never again would there be moments
hostages of daily life
as Alice´s barge began its final journey
to the land of childhood and freedom.