Twilight's Flash Fiction / Relatos cortos crepusculares

Order is water the plants when needed, making beds every day, greet the neighbors, clean the house, take the kids to school. Order is have a healthy breakfast, get to work with already scheduled tasks, solve problems. Order is to anticipate the future, be sure to stay living ..... But there is an order that comes from chaos, the result of crossing two random circumstances, two ideas, two lines of thought. And this is known as creation.

Orden es regar las plantas cuando lo necesitan, hacer las camas todos los días, saludar a los vecinos, limpiar la casa, llevar a los niños al cole. Orden es desayunar sano, llegar al trabajo con las tareas ya programadas, solucionar problemas. Orden es prever el futuro, tener la seguridad de poder seguir vivo..... Pero hay un orden que nace del caos, del resultado de cruzar aleatoriamente dos circunstacias, dos ideas, dos líneas de pensamiento. Y eso es la creación.

I just discovered I've always been alone. So frightened of loneliness, and it turns out that I have lived the fiction of being accompanied all my time. Friends, family, acquaintances, coworkers ... So frightened to die alone, to be alone to facing life, to  be alone to fight diseases, when loneliness is the closest reality, the only reality. That pitiless discovery has been presented alone, without mercy or any form of consolation. But it did not cause any feeling of rejection or frustration, but a rebirthing of things. Reborn to old things that no longer are not the old things. To find the new into the old in an endless round.

Solitude I've just discovered that I've always been alone. So much fear of solitude, and it turns out that all this time, I've been living the fiction of being accompanied. Friends, family, acquaintances, coworkers... So much fear of dying alone, of facing life alone, of facing illness alone, of recognizing myself as alone—when solitude is the closest reality, the only reality. This merciless discovery came uninvited, without any compassion or form of comfort. But it hasn't brought about any feeling of rejection or frustration—rather, it has sparked a rebirth of things. A rebirth of the familiar that has ceased to be familiar. Finding the new in the old in an endless cycle. Soledad   Acabo de descubrir que siempre he estado solo. Tanto miedo a la soledad, y resulta que durante todo mi tiempo, he vivido la ficción de estar acompañado. Amigos, familia, conocidos, compañeros de trabajo... Tanto miedo a morir solo, a enfrentarme a la vida solo, a las enfermedades solo, ...