Oúnico bo que teñen as fronteiras son os pasos clandestinos.

É tremendo o que pode facer unha liña imaxinaria trazada un día

no leito por un rei chocho ou debuxada na mesa por poderosos

como quen xoga un poker. […] Pero, por sorte, esta fronteira

irá esvaéndose no seu propio absurdo. As fronteiras de verdade

son aquelas que manteñen aos pobres apartados do pastel.

‘The only good thing about borders are the secret crossings. It's

incredible the effect an imaginary line can have. It gets traced one

day by some doddering king in his bed or drawn on the table by

powerful men as if they were playing poker. […] Fortunately, however,

this border will soon be swallowed up in its own absurdity. True

borders are those who keep the poor away from the cake.’

Manuel Rivas, O lapis do carpinteiro

Son galego da Arxentina, galego de Alemania,

galego de Cuba, da Suíza, da Holanda, do Canadá,

galego na Galiza imaxinaria.

‘I am a Galician from Argentina, a Galician from Germany,

a Galician from Cuba, from Switzerland, from Holland, from Canada,

a Galician in an imaginary Galicia.’

Fran Pérez (Narf), “Galician lullaby”

Once we cross a border, we can't expect the border to

remain the same. It is marked by our passage.

Erín Moure, “The Public Relation”