Twilight's Flash Fiction / Relatos cortos crepusculares

The Plundering of the Present I'm in a borderline situation. Yesterday I was diagnosed with terminal cancer and tomorrow I will be tested to try to delay its devastating effects. There is a possibility that I may suffer what they call a temporal progression, to lose memories in order to find the abyss. Apparently, inside the hypothalamus there is a tiny organ that has branches with the mammillary bodies, and if it is affected by the compounds that they are going to injecteto me for the test, it can make me live and experiment permanently in the future. A frightening idea because I'll lose the touch with the present. I will not be able to communicate with anyone and I will also know what is going to happen to people and I will not be able to warn them of what awaits them. On the other hand, I will fall into the abyss where memory is lost and I will only be able to experience forward, towards the future of the future. So tonight I will say goodbye to everything and eve...

Human beings There are people getting you be a better human being and people getting you be worse one. People to live for and to give their lives for. People who kill and people who are killed for. And there are the infinite people, those who, no matter how much you are with them, it is never enough. Personas Hay personas que suman y personas que restan. Personas por las que vivir y por las que dar la vida. Personas que matan y personas por las que se mata. Y están las personas infinitas, aquellas que por mucho que estés con ellas, nunca es suficiente.

The last defeat He was on his way back from the crusades. A deep wound had deformed his face forever. Even in the worst moments of the struggle, his heart and mind had always been far from the battlefield, in the distant lands where he was born, in the white estancias where he had lived his childhood and adolescence. But much deeper than the enormous scar, had been the tragic experience of recent months. The bloody clashes and the constant presence of death had changed his soul. Heaven had closed its doors to him, and in the deep nights sleepless he could no longer compose those sweet stanzas accompanied by the ancient stringed instrument his grandfather had given him. Smell of blood, sweat and feces. Ancestral rhythms. Heartbeats was hitting the temples, dry throat, and deafening wails and screams bathing his senses. That was the only thing left after all. A Muslim? A Christian? It doesn't matter. A human being facing his fate and lives his last defeat. La últ...

Breaking the wall Breaking the wall, run, opening my soul, suffer to the point of ecstasy, and finally find you. Romper el muro Romper el muro, correr, abrir el alma, sufrir hasta el éxtasis, y finalmente, encontrarte. Разбейте стену Разбейте стену, бегите, открывайте душу, страдайте вверх до экстаза и, наконец, вы его найдете. 打破 墙壁 打破 墙壁，奔跑，打开灵魂，患有 直到你达到狂喜，你会找到她的。

Your hands Your hands, how many times have they spoken to me. So many times close, so many times far away. The folds of your skin, the touch. The extremities of your fingers, the heat. The orography of the palms of your hands, infinite sequence of ethernal caresses. Tus manos Tus manos, cuantas veces me han hablado. Tantas veces cerca, tantas veces lejos. Los pliegues de tu piel, el tacto. Las extremidades de tus dedos, el calor. La orografía de las palmas de tus manos, infinita secuencia de eternas caricias. Ваши руки Твои руки, сколько раз они говорили со мной. Так много раз близко, так много раз далеко. Складки вашей кожи, прикосновение. чаевые ваших пальцев, жара. Орография ладоней ваших рук, бесконечная последовательность вечных ласк. 你的手 你的手，他 们有多少次与我说话。 很多 时候他们很近，很多时候他们很远 . 你的皮肤，触感。 你的手指尖， 热。 手掌的地形 ，永 远的爱抚。

Autumn When the lights of autumn in its twilight illuminate your back, you will face the dawn of winter sweet your look. And you will remember in the cold and barren silence your past life. Otoño Cuando las luces del otoño en su ocaso iluminen tu espalda, te enfrentarás al alba del invierno dulce la mirada. Y recordarás en el silencio frío y yermo tu vida pasada. осень когда осенние огни , в сумерках осветить спину, вы столкнетесь с рассветом зимы сладкий ваш взгляд. И ты вспомнишь в холодной и бесплодной тишине твоя прошлая жизнь. 秋 当它的暮色中的秋天的灯光 照亮你的背部， 你将面 临冬季的黎明 甜美的眼睛 你会 记得在寒冷而贫瘠的沉默中 你 过去的生活

Vortex I went into the bedroom. The small dimly light room it barely left me to see a still figure on the bed. I approached slowly, with the stealth that holds a sigh. His features, barely hidden by a faint veil, were familiar to me. I reached out to feel his breath and with a start he woke up. "Hello." I told him. And he answered me. "Hello. I've been waiting for you. You know I know you." "Yes. It's the same with me. But you're too young. I'm an old man and I wouldn't know where we've met. "You and I have lived together but separated in time. You don't recognize me because my face has been erased from your memory. But I am you. And I'm here to remind you that you are in debt with me." His words made me think that what was happening wasn't real. He continued. "When you were me, I took care of you, I pampered you, I worked hard to fulfill all your dreams. And when you moved away throughout  ...