When a Man Loves a Woman The Evolution of Love When a man loves a woman, there is no path to follow. Time ceases to exist. There are no arguments, no others. The lover is no longer aware of himself. There is only a sublime peace surrounding the lovers. But then, once you have settled into heaven, your mind begins to think. Thinking is the enemy of feeling, because thinking means measuring. To think and to measure are, in a sense, the same act. When thought invades that space, there is no room left for love. Finally, war breaks out between the soul and the mind. And heaven disappears. © 2016 Francisco Martínez Carreño Cuando un hombre ama a una mujer La evolución del amor Cuando un hombre ama a una mujer, no hay camino que seguir. El tiempo deja de existir. No hay discusiones, no existen los demás. El enamorado pierde incluso la conciencia de sí mismo. Solo queda una paz sublime que envuelve a los amantes. Pero entonces, una vez instalado en el cielo, la mente comienza a pensar. Pensar ...
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The Dream of Time / El sueño del tiempo — From the blog to the book
The Dream of Time / El sueño del tiempo is now a book. What began years ago as a collection of short bilingual stories published on Twilight’s Flash Fiction — Relatos cortos crepusculares has now taken a new form. Thirty stories have been brought together in a single volume, combining fiction, visual interpretation and reflection. Time. Memory. Identity. Consciousness. Loss. Transcendence. The perception of reality. These themes appear again and again throughout the book, approached from different perspectives and through very different stories. The structure follows the idea that has gradually become part of this project: READ · WATCH · REFLECT Read the story. Contemplate the image. Pause to reflect. The Dream of Time / El sueño del tiempo is available in both Kindle and paperback editions. Kindle — Amazon.com Paperback — Amazon.com Thank you to everyone who has visited, read or followed this blog over the years. In many ways, this book wa...
Posthumous Kisses - Besos póstumos
Posthumous Kisses At midnight. Hidden by the shadows. Tasting of eternity. Black kisses. Kisses in mourning for the death of your love. Icy onyx stones embedded in my lips. Bitter kisses, but kisses nonetheless. Besos póstumos A medianoche. Ocultos por las sombras. Con sabor a eternidad. Besos negros. Besos de luto por la muerte de tu amor. Gélidos ónices incrustado en mis labios. Besos a margos, pero besos al fin.
The Empty Table - La mesa vacía
The Empty Table Every morning, as he had done for so many years, he rose with the quiet joy of knowing he would have breakfast with her. She always waited for him in a small, secluded café in the city centre, not far from his home. He stepped inside wearing the smile of someone about to meet the person he loved. The empty table tightened around his heart. Someone had to tell him, as they had every morning for the past year, that she would not be coming back. Then, for a fleeting moment, he remembered that she was dead. Slowly, almost unable to walk, he made his way home to wait for the next morning. La mesa vacía Cada mañana, como desde hacía tantos años, se levantaba con la ilusión de desayunar con ella. Ella siempre le esperaba en una recoleta cafetería del centro, cerca de su casa. Entró con la sonrisa de quien va a reunirse con su amor. La mesa vacía le encogió el corazón. Alguien tuvo que decirle, como cada mañana desde hacía un año, que ella no volvería. Entonces recordó, s...
Someone - Alguien
Someone Someone proposed a fabulous deal to him. A million euros later, he found despair waiting for him, sitting in front of his door, and without asking for permission, it settled in his wallet, never to leave again. Alguien Alguien le propuso un negocio fabuloso. Un millón de euros después, encontró a la desesperación esperándole sentada frente a su puerta, y sin pedirle permiso, se instaló para siempre en su cartera.
Descartes and the Whole - Descartes y la totalidad
Descartes and the Whole I had always admired Descartes’ legacy: the idea of dividing a problem into parts in order to understand it better. However, I had to live through an extraordinary experience to discover that this principle is not universally applicable. The whole can be more than the sum of its parts. The hybrid cyborg industry began to develop in 2030, following the revelation of the existence of alien beings and the subsequent coexistence and collaboration with them. It was they who introduced the first hybridization techniques. Thirty years have passed since then. The evolution of these systems, together with their growing ability to undertake increasingly complex projects, led to an exponential growth in their production and deployment across countless environments and activities on Mars. But that is not what matters. My brother and I founded the company in 2030. Six months ago, he died from a strange virus. Among his final wishes, he stated that he wanted his organs to rem...
Where the Waves Disappear - Donde las olas se pierden
Where the Waves Disappear Life is sometimes a solid rock, sometimes water. As we move toward twilight, it becomes more like water: elusive, fluid, touched by the gentle movement of the waves. And within that movement, old longings begin to reveal themselves, but now in peace, as though they had become part of the landscape, as though they no longer belonged to us. And when, at last, the waves disappear into a small, secluded cove, movement ceases, and stillness softly calls us to rest. It is then that infinity comes to visit, and the gentle face of life’s meaning allows itself to be seen. READ · WATCH · REFLECT READ — Read Where the Waves Disappear in English and Spanish. WATCH — Explore the visual interpretation of the story. REFLECT — Discover more stories, images and reflections. Donde las olas se pierden La vida es a veces una sólida roca, a veces agua. A medida que se avanza hacia el crepúsculo, se vuelve más agua: inasibilidad, movimiento acariciador de las olas. Y ...
The Thing - La cosa
The Thing And God said to the Human Being: —Consciousness receives the thing. Then thought arrives and covers it with everything memory holds. It compares it. It judges it. It interprets it. It translates it. And with every word, every memory, every judgment, it moves a little farther away from it. Until the thing is no longer the thing. And it becomes what you desire from it, what you fear from it, or what you believe you can do with it. God fell silent for a moment. —And remember one more thing: the moment I called it “the thing,” I too moved away from it. La cosa Y Dios le dijo al Ser Humano: —La conciencia recibe la cosa. Después llega el pensamiento y la cubre con todo lo que guarda la memoria. La compara. La juzga. La interpreta. La traduce. Y con cada palabra, con cada recuerdo, con cada juicio, se aleja un poco más de ella. Hasta que la cosa deja de ser la cosa. Y se convierte en lo que deseas de ella, lo que temes de ella o lo que crees que puedes hacer con ella. Dios gu...
Reflections - Reflexiones
Reflections While a slice of watermelon was being devoured by an eager diner, it said to another slice that was about to suffer the same fate in the jaws of another diner, a friend of the first: —They don’t know we can talk. —But what kind of perverse being would create a world in which some creatures have to kill and eat others in order to survive? —Perhaps it is all of us, and there is no single being responsible for anything. —Do you mean that, in reality, that being would be us? —I mean that, because it is so horrible to accept that reality, we invent an answer that allows us to feel absolved. Reflexiones Mientras una rodaja de sandía era devorada por un ávido comensal, le dijo a otra que estaba a punto de correr la misma suerte en las fauces de un amigo del primero: —Ellos no saben que dialogamos. —Pero ¿qué perverso personaje sería capaz de crear un mundo en el que unos seres tienen que asesinar y comerse a otros para sobrevivir? —Puede que seamos todos nosotros y que no exi...
We - Nosotros
We We are not ourselves. We imagine that we are. Nosotros No somos nosotros. Imaginamos que lo somos.