Ser gato

Have four legs, five pads on each of them, watchful eyes, seven lives, lightning reflexes. To be a cat, in short, to be stealthy and intrepid, prepare to overcome the fear of the abyss, to discover that in reality nothing is everything. The lyricism of this original cat ode is a call to freedom, the trigger for an allegory that analyzes the human through the feline and reflects on life itself, in which there is nothing left but to wait, lick the wounds and, in sometimes take out the claws. We are all cats waiting to jump into the void, to hunt prey; in search of a warm nook to rest, a safe place to call home and a hand that caresses us.