Twilight's Flash Fiction / Relatos cortos crepusculares

Vibrations Enclosed am I in this quartz crystal, in the hidden face of the moon. I've been waiting millions of years for your visit. Free me! Hunger for space, thirst for time. They reach to me eternal vibrations that cross the Universe, indestructible traces of every event, and written in these vibrations is our future together. Vibraciones Encerrado estoy en este cristal de cuarzo, en la cara oculta de la Luna. Aguardando llevo millones de años tu visita. ¡Libérame! Hambre de espacio, sed de tiempo. Llegan hasta mí vibraciones eternas que cruzan el Universo, rastros indestructibles de cada suceso, y escrito está en esas vibraciones nuestro futuro juntos. вибрация Я внутри этот кварцевый кристалл на скрытой стороне Луны. Ожидание миллионов лет вашего визита. Освободите меня! голод для космоса, жажда времени. Вечные вибрации, которые пересекают Вселенную, приходят ко мне, неразрушимые следы каждого события, и написаны в тех вибра...

Eternal song It was love at first sight. I believe that the only justification for my existence is to have found her and live with her. When I return from the future time with the knowledge that happiness is not a matter of two, but of one (of oneself), the first two sentences are foreign to me. But...it is the song of the eternal, because having returned with the knowledge of the future, I have the same feelings again as when I fell in love at first sight. And I say again that I believe that the only justification for my existence is to have found her and live with her. Every day... every hour... always. Canto eterno Fue amor a primera vista. Yo creo que la única justificación de mi existencia es haberla encontrado y vivir con ella. Cuando vuelvo del tiempo futuro con el conocimiento de que la felicidad no es cuestión de dos, sino de uno (de uno mismo), las dos primeras frases me resultan ajenas. Pero…es la canción de lo eterno, porque habiendo regresado c...

Atoms One day all the atoms came together to decide what to do with human beings in the future. "Something has gone wrong with the creation of the human race." Some said. "The problem is the big numbers. They're uncontrollable, and they're tearing the planet apart." Others said. The atoms of the glaciers voted to make them disappear. The atoms of the seas, those of the air, those of the earth, supported the vote. A tiny atom at the end of the room asked to be allowed to speak. "We atoms have created human beings, it is true. But we cannot destroy them. And this is because they have gone beyond us. They have at the same time created new atoms. The atoms of the human: sensitivity, feeling, love, compassion... All these atoms did not exist before. They are the ones who finally make sense of the fact that we exist all of us. This means that their destruction would mean our destruction." Átomos Se reunieron un día todo...

Migrating Hundreds of boats have arrived loaded with migrants in Mauritania and other coastal African countries, which hold the top spots of the world's richest countries. The thousands of migrants come from almost every country in Europe, the United States, Norway, Canada... The devastating climate changes, the floods, the low temperatures that have affected the planet for more than fifty years, have led to misery in their populations. Only the African continent has remained safe from desolation. Men, women and children. After crossing the oceans and living the miseries of their countries, they arrive exhausted on the shores of the Promised Land. And the authorities of Mauritania, Morocco, Somalia, Senegal, the Ivory Coast... have activated the protocol for receiving migrants. Their advanced societies are the hope of the world. Emigrar Cientos de pateras han llegado cargadas de migrantes a Mauritania y otros países costeros de África que ostentan los prime...

Symphony Life is like participating in a race. When you reach the finish line, which it is supposed only you know, you realize that many others have arrived before you. The discoveries that you have made and that you suppose only you have made, turn out to have been made before by others. So living is a continuum of discovering what others have already discovered.   However, the brain does not rest. Each moment is composing a symphony with the instruments of the past, present and future; of memories, of longings, of frustrations. And to compose a good symphony is to have a brain that knows when each instrument has to intervene, how long it has to intervene, with which other instruments it has to act at the same time and create the magic of feeling when listening to them. That's the hardest thing to do. Sinfonía La vida es como participar en una carrera. Cuando llegas a la meta, que se supone que solo conoces tú, te das cuenta de que muchos otros han llegado a...

Talking Birds talk to each other. The blue mantle that covers the savannah dyes red and gives way to a sky full of stars. The song that holds them together mutes until the sun warms their wings again. The stars also talk to each other. They confess their secrets, with the tones of light that pierce the unfathomable black of nothingness. They fall in love and describe a solid, passionate rainbow to flood their loves with feeling. And when the night gets tired and gives way to the day, the clouds get used to being alone. But as the afternoon advances, they go up and up, moving away from the earth to conquer the secret space in which the sleep of human beings rests. And despite the efforts of the birds, the stars and the clouds, they are the only ones who do not speak among themselves. Hablar Los pájaros hablan entre ellos. El manto azul que cubre la sabana se va tiñendo de rojo y deja paso a un cielo plagado de estrellas. El canto que los mantiene unidos, en...

Ulysses Ulysses was having a meeting on January 7, 2030 to sign his position as President of the Time Company. That morning he got up, got dressed and went to the garage where his driver was waiting for him. It was 9:00 a.m. on the appointed day. The Time Company is dedicated to buying and selling time shares of the people who sell their time (at the price of gold). The ranking of clients is made up of surgeons, consultants, businessmen, artists.... As always, Ulysses buy when stocks are down and sell when they rise. By the time he arrived at the office, the meeting had already taken place and he was unable to sign his position as Chairman. He looked at his gold watch and saw the date: December 20, 2020. Time had turned and receded, because stocks had plummeted. An unprecedented crack that left Ulysses in misery. Ulises Ulises tenía una reunión el 7 de enero de 2030 para firmar su cargo como Presidente de la Compañía del Tiempo. Esa mañana se levantó, se vistió...

A quantum experience  Only once have I talked to dead people. It was in the front of Verdun. In the trenches we were very close one to another. The sound of the machine guns was deafening. Suddenly, a soldier on my left dropped to ground, and a deep red covered his face. I tried to help him but nothing could be done for him. He was dead. At that moment, the sound of war disappeared and, in the shocking silence, a voice asked me to look into the pockets of his jacket. He told me there was a letter for his wife and son. He asked me to give them the letter. It reminded me a little of the experience of 'Extrahuman' https://minutorelatos.blogspot.com/search?q=extrahuman. At the same time, I experienced the feeling of being in the place where his wife and son lived, they unaware of that misfortune. And I kept hearing the soldier's voice. Four people united beyond the time and space. For many years, since I delivered the letter to his family, I have lived with them,...

The Cranes The cranes have returned early this year to the lake house. Often I refuge here from the irretrievably inhumane life of the city, and also to remember my son who disappeared in the lake a few months ago. Despite the efforts of the search, I was unable to find his body. That morning, one of the cranes approached me, without any modesty, a few meters from the cabin, stared at me and started to growl, with a very high-pitched sound that modulated until it went out. It was like he was asking or begging for something. The next day, several of them surrounded the house and it seemed as if they were following the instructions of the crane that had visited me the day before. One of them, stretching her long neck, dared to stick her head through one of the windows. At night, when I was already in bed reading the Twilight flash fiction https://minutorelatos.blogspot.com/ on my tablet, I heard a kind of sobbing. I got up stealthily, and with a flashlight searched for the...

Extrahuman The night is dark and the lights slowly go out. A faint glow, accompanied in an instant by a distant sigh, is lost in the night. I can barely see a silhouette among the trees coming towards me. It is I, returning from the hereafter, after remembering that I have not completed my duties here on Earth. Extrahumano La noche es cerrada y las luces, poco a poco, se apagan. Un brillo tenue acompañado en un instante de un lejano suspiro, se pierde en la noche. Apenas distingo una silueta entre los árboles viniendo hacia mí. Soy yo, volviendo del más allá, después de recordar que no he concluido mis obligaciones aquí, en la Tierra.

Fried peppers It was October 1954. "Fried peppers. An incomparable delicacy." I was saying Einstein to his colleague and friend Enrico Fermi in his office in Princeton. "One morning, when I was frying peppers in the frying pan, they gave me the idea. The skin of the peppers was easily detached from the meat. The photoelectric effect. The oil heats the surface of the peppers and the skin eventually separates from the meat. The oil is the photons, the atoms are the peppers and the skin is the electrons." "What would we do without fried peppers?" Pimientos fritos Era el mes de octubre de 1954. -Pimientos fritos. Un manjar incomparable. Le decía Einstein a su colega y amigo Enrico Fermi en su despacho en Princeton. -Una mañana, al freírlos en la sartén me dieron la idea. La piel de los pimientos de desprendía de la carne con facilidad. El efecto fotoeléctrico. El aceite calienta la superficie de los pimientos y la piel acaba ...

Randomness and miracle He was blind. He got up early that morning. He got dressed and went out into the street thinking of finding, as always, the light in his eyes. Something was telling him it was going to be a special day. When he was waiting for the traffic light sound signal to cross the zebra crossing, someone pushed him. A car hit him on the head and he fell to the ground.  When he woke up in the hospital he couldn't remember what had happened, but... he could see. It had truly been a special day, because an accident had brought back the light in his eyes. El azar y los milagros Era  ciego. Aquella mañana se levantó pronto. Se vistió y salió a la calle pensando en encontrar, como siempre, la luz de sus ojos. Algo le decía que iba a ser un día especial.  Cuando estaba esperando la señal sonora del semáforo para cruzar el paso de cebra, alguien le empujó. Un coche le golpeó en la cabeza y cayó al suelo. Cuando se despertó en el hospital no re...