Escape from a stone dragon, as is the Sierra de Guadarrama, leaves full freedom to enjoy without surprises the perpendicularity of the plateau. Although of course, you never know what you can really find in those equations of paradoxical exponentials, which form the x's of the roads and the Greek i of destiny.

I thought about it after leaving home: who was to blame, the white rabbit or the black rabbit? Faced with such an integral and feeling like Alice, I can only say that troubled before such an exponential unknown, the trace of the white rabbit was mysteriously truncated with the trace of the black rabbit.

Believe it or not, when I left behind the walls of Ávila and entered the cathedral, it became a Mirror, through which I felt transported to another world very different from the one I had left behind, a few minutes before taking out the ticket and kindly refusing the help of the audio-guides.

It is true, however, that in the silence of the ship and distressed by its volumetric densities, I wished I had had at my disposal a piece of mushroom in the foyer, which, like Alice, would have made me grow up to touch the immeasurable vaults with the tips of my fingers; Neither was not finding it, as I say, sufficient reason to know the other side of the coin and feel infinitesimally small, looking towards the buttresses, wishing to cross them, because in my imagination, they came to be like bridges over the abyss, to slide me into that mystical rose that is the rosettes and participate in the world of their symbolism, showering me joyfully under the rain of solar rays that illuminate and warm the windows and at the same time illuminate that space, generally inhabited by that chaos called shadow, which is the ship, which is the ship, and which is generally inhabited by that chaos called the shadow.

Like Alice in front of the Queen of Hearts -without wishing, of course, to have my head cut off- I also remained absorbed under the heroic gaze of the Lady of the Lily, thinking of the curious dilemma that would be if the black rabbit had slipped through the hypotenuse of the enormous Main Altarpiece, and was causing a dysfunction among the numerous incognites of its gothic New Testament scenes, exponential of a matrix called History.

On the other hand, I wondered if the small rainbows reflected by the enameled glasses on the unalterable trunk of the powerful columns would be astronomically calculated signals, which as they descended through the ship, as the sun slowly ascended to meet its zenith, would indicate some precise place, which for some unknown reason, was important for the medieval stonemasons who built the cathedral, recalling the axiom of Hermes Trismegistus, that all that is above is equal to that which is below.

Will there be an equal place among the stars - I wondered, no doubt smitten by curiosity - where the caterpillar makes square roots with the scrolls of smoke from its pipe, the Mad Hatter manufactures narthex in bulk and the Cheshire Cat determines longitudes and latitudes, simply by using the whiskers of his cheek?.

Whatever it was, when I left this little Wonderland - the relativity of Time always overwhelms me - I could only think of a curious circumstance: ‘I am Alice. You're Alicia. And there's a wonderful Mirror to be discovered, which is called World'.

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