Twilight's Flash Fiction / Relatos cortos crepusculares

Migrating Hundreds of small boats have arrived on the coasts of Mauritania and other African nations, carrying migrants from the wealthiest countries in the world. They come from almost every corner of Europe, as well as the United States, Canada, and Norway. More than fifty years of devastating climate change, relentless floods and extreme cold have reduced much of the planet to misery. Only the African continent has escaped desolation. Men, women and children. After crossing the oceans and enduring unimaginable hardship, they reach the shores of the Promised Land, exhausted. The authorities of Mauritania, Morocco, Senegal, Somalia and Côte d'Ivoire have activated their migrant reception protocols. Their prosperous societies have become the last hope of humanity. Emigrar Cientos de pateras han llegado cargadas de migrantes a Mauritania y otros países costeros de África que ostentan los primeros puestos de los países más ricos del mundo. Los miles de migr...

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...