Aquella tarde soleada de julio tú me dijiste que desearías haberme conocido hace diez años. Se van a cumplir ya diez años de aquel día. Y yo, que consciente o inconscientemente he estado esperándote durante todo este tiempo, por fin me he dado cuenta de que si el tiempo corre de alguna manera es para adelante, no para atrás. Que nuestra historia, quién sabe si por maravillosa, no es de este mundo o de esta vida.
Pues sí.
A otra cosa, mariposa.
“I decide to “let drift” over my lips and in my eyes a faint smile which I mean to be “indefinable”, in which I might suggest, along with the qualities of my nature, my amused consciousness of the whole photographic ritual: I lend myself to the social game, I pose, I know, I am posing, I want you to know that I am posing, but (to square the circle) this additional message must in no way alter the precious essence of my individuality: what I am, apart from any effigy. What I want, in short, is that my (mobile) image, buffeted among a thousand shifting photographs, altering with situation and age, should always coincide with my (profound) “self”; but it is the contrary that must be said: “myself” never coincides with my image; for it is the image which is heavy, motionless, stubborn (which is why society sustains it), and “myself” which is light, divided, dispersed; like a bottle-imp, “myself” doesn’t hold still, giggling in my jar (...) (Barthes, Roland. Camera Lucida. New York: Hill and Wang, 2010 [1980] pp. 11-12)
