Twilight's Flash Fiction / Relatos cortos crepusculares

Patroclus And Patroclus returned from the dead to accompany Achilles. Because there are forces hidden to the living that can defeat death. These forces are present in the instants of the transit and snatch the breath, to take it to a new dimension. These forces are born when feeling is created and grows and evolves, and these vortices envelop the body and soul creating an impassable barrier to death. Patroclo Y Patroclo regresó de la muerte para acompañar a Aquiles. Porque hay fuerzas ocultas a los vivos que pueden vencer a la muerte. Esas fuerzas están presentes en los instantes del tránsito y arrebatan el hálito para llevarlo a una nueva dimensión. Estas fuerzas nacen cuando el sentimiento se crea y crece y evoluciona, y esos vórtices envuelven el cuerpo y alma creando una barrera infranqueable a la muerte.

White roses He was going to visit his wife. He brought a match to the bouquet of white roses. The petals opened and fell on that path flanked by millenary trees that was leading him to what, until a few days ago, had been his home. When he reached the door, the bouquet had died, but the universe was not going to allow him to write fate. Inexplicably, when his wife opened the door for him, beautiful white flowers was adorning the bouquet. Rosas blancas Iba a visitar a su esposa. Acercó una cerilla al ramo de rosas blancas. Los pétalos se abrieron y fueron cayendo sobre aquel sendero que flanqueado por árboles milenarios conducía a la que, hasta hacía unos días, había sido su casa. Al llegar a la puerta, el ramo había muerto, pero el universo no iba a permitir que él escribiera el destino. Inexplicablemente, cuando su esposa le abrió la puerta, unas hermosas flores blancas adornaban el ramo.

Silence Among the secret folds of your silence, there are hidden words that you did not let escape. The mirror in which you looked at yourself broke your image, and fleeting thoughts, captured in white canvases, sketched your present, which is the absence of my future. Because of your unreachable state, the roses bleed, the aquamarines weep, and the emotioned waves break over your narrow receptacle. Black habits encircle your inert body, and the lilies around you, like an insurmountable border, keep you alone, unattainable. Silencio Entre los secretos pliegues de tu silencio, se esconden palabras que no dejaste escapar. Rompió tu imagen el espejo en el que te mirabas, y pensamientos fugaces, plasmados en blancos lienzos, esbozaron tu presente, que es la ausencia de mi futuro. Por tu presente, sangran las rosas, lloran las aguamarinas, y rompen las olas emocionadas sobre tu estrecho receptáculo. Negros hábitos ciñen tu cuerpo inerte, y los lirios en tu derre...

Pluto The spaceship crashed into Pluto's ground. Someone cried on Earth. Someone who had put his dreams in the hands of one of the crew. Someone who went to Pluto to recognize the corpse, and there stayed with him to fulfill his dreams. Plutón La nave se estrelló contra el suelo de Plutón. Alguien lloró en la Tierra. Alguien que había puesto sus sueños en manos de uno de los tripulantes. Alguien que fue a Plutón a reconocer el cadáver, y allí se quedó con él para cumplir sus sueños.

Spectrums A good breakfast always helps to face the day with courage. Especially if the coffee is of good quality. The waitress greeted me kindly, and as every day she served me a coffee with very hot milk and a freshly made croissant. That morning I was entertaining myself looking at a lady who had sat close to where I was. Suddenly a spectral image just like hers began to take shape. The ghost rose from the chair and went to where I was, sat next to me and said: "I'm in love with you, and I'm not leaving you for anything in the world." It is a wonderful spectral figure. We are living together and from that day on never we have lived separated. When I see that lady at breakfast, I wonder how she'll live without her spectrum. Espectros Un buen desayuno siempre ayuda a enfrentarse al día con ánimo. Especialmente si el café es de buena calidad. La camarera me saludó amablemente, y como todos los días me sirvió un café con leche muy calient...

Lake Garda A few months ago I bought a mansion near what was Lake Garda. It is a superb mid-seventeenth-century building, but some of its outbuildings did not meet the conditions of habitability, so the foundations of part of the basement had to be revised. During the first excavation, the workers found a small metal box in which some initials had been engraved. After trying to open it unsuccessfully, there was no choice but to break it. Inside there were several objects among which were discs about 10 centimeters in diameter. I didn't know exactly what it was about and I mentally asked the World Library. Immediately, all the information concerning those disks was reproduced in my mind. According to the information stored, these were memory systems that were used in the late twentieth and early twenty-first centuries. I visually reviewed one of them and sent it telepathically to the World Library. Again, the images and sounds on that disc were immediately reproduced in m...

Extrasounds Katy, recovered from the shock of seeing and hearing Tom, didn't know where to start looking for his mates. As they fed on the darkness, she tried to remember places where they could have taken refuge from the light. When she was a child, her uncle confessed to her that tiny beings detected ultrasound signals that humans can generate. In order to generate these signals it is necessary to adopt a certain body posture and emit a sequence of intense guttural sounds. Thinking it could work, Katy did it so. That same night, when she was getting ready to sleep, she was alerted by a tap on the glass in the bedroom window. Extrasonidos Katy, recuperada de shock que había supuesto poder ver y oír a Tom, no sabía por dónde empezar a buscar a sus compañeros. Como se alimentaban de la oscuridad trató de recordar lugares en los que hubieran podido refugiarse de la luz. Cuando era niña, su tío le confesó que los seres diminutos detectaban señales de ultrasoni...

Her Eyes That morning I went to the garden to meet her. When I arrived at the greenhouse, the large leaves of the cove concealed most of her anatomy. Even so, I could see her eyes of intense gaze, inquisitive and sweet at the same time. Slowly I surrounded the cove and saved the space that separated us. I caressed her head, and her eyes, staring at me, became damp. I believe that at that moment she was saying goodbye. It had only been a few days since I had saved her life, although I could not prevent her from being badly wounded by a crazy sniper. She closed her eyes, and I cried heartbrokenly. For a few days she had been my panther, and her eyes had expressed it all. Sus ojos Aquella mañana me dirigí al jardín para encontrarme con ella. Cuando llegué al invernadero, las grandes hojas de la cala ocultaban la mayor parte de su anatomía. Aun así, podía ver sus ojos de mirada intensa, inquisitivos y dulces al mismo tiempo. Lentamente rodeé la cala y salvé el espaci...

Antigravity Waves When Tom and the wolves moved from Letha to the planet Gorga with the intention of rescuing magical beings kidnapped by the inhabitants of Gorga, they had to activate their shields against the antigravity waves coming from the planet. These waves were preventing them from approaching its surface. The shields were actually antigravity waves of greater intensity than those emitted by the planet and generated by the group through an effect of synchrony in resonance. This allowed them to reach the surface of the planet and follow the spider that had as destiny the centers in which the kidnapped beings were interned. Ondas antigravitatorias Cuando Tom y los lobos se trasladaron de Letha al planeta Gorga con la intención de rescatar a unos seres mágicos secuestrados por los habitantes de Gorga, tuvieron que activar sus escudos contra las ondas antigravitatorias procedentes del planeta. Estas ondas les impedían acercarse a su superficie. Los escudos eran r...

Communication Kathy saw that behind that device that moved its legs with amazing agility, a herd of wolves tried to climb into the cabin from which someone was directing the movements of the huge robot. And she thought she could distinguish between the dogs and a human silhouette. Immediately, the image was enlarged and she saw the features of a young man dressed in strange clothes and who seemed to be giving instructions to the wolves. Kathy could not interpret what she was witnessing. Nor could she identify Tom because she did not know him. She kept an eye on what she was seeing and suddenly in her mind she heard Tom's voice. -I don't know who you are. As you're looking at this, I know you have the box, but I don't know where my friends are. I beg you to contact them and return the box to them so that we can communicate. Comunicación Kathy vio que detrás de aquel artefacto que movía las patas con sorprendente agilidad, una manada de lobos intentab...

Customs At customs, they had found in his suitcase the loves he lost when he was young. A security guard requisitioned his material and now he can no longer find the memories that could take him back to his old happiness. He is hollow. Aduana En la aduana, habían encontrado en su maleta los amores que perdió cuando era joven. Un guardia de seguridad le requisó el material y ahora ya no puede encontrar los recuerdos que le podían llevar a su antigua felicidad. Está hueco.

The Doorbell We were having dinner at home when the doorbell rang. It was death. I stayed calm because the door was locked and I couldn't get in. We were protected. Soon I discovered that death, although it rings the doorbell to warn us of its arrival, does not need us to open the door to be able to enter. Death is inside us. El timbre Estábamos cenando en casa cuando sonó el timbre de la puerta. Era la muerte. Yo me quedé tranquilo porque la puerta estaba cerrada con llave y no podía entrar. Estábamos protegidos. Al poco rato descubrí que la muerte, aunque llame al timbre de casa para avisarnos de su llegada, no necesita que le   abramos la puerta para entrar. Está dentro de nosotros.

Pañuelos Aquellos pañuelos habían estado abandonados en un baúl durante mucho tiempo. Alguien abrió un día el baúl y los encontró allí, inmaculados. Al cogerlos, un papelito del tamaño de una tarjeta de visita cayó al suelo y en él se podía leer: ‘Apartado de correos número 212. Clave: amapola’ Cuando abrieron la taquilla se encontraron una libreta muy gastada y una pequeña caja metálica. El primer impulso fue abrir la caja, y la sorpresa fue encontrar unos seres diminutos con forma humana que saludaban eufóricamente a sus salvadores. La libreta era un diario, y su autor había descrito con todo lujo de detalles cuándo y cómo descubrió a esos seres, que se alimentaban de la oscuridad, y su relación con ellos durante años.                                    oooooooooo0oooooooooooooo Pequeños seres Gracias a los apuntes que aparecían en el diario, se supo que a estos ...

Gorga Planet On contact with the ground, the iridescent liquid grew and grew into a solid transparent crystalline structure, inside of which Katy began to see images of strange places that she could not relate to anything known. Mountains in the shape of obelisks, whose needles pointed directly at what appeared to be a huge spotlight or star. Flying objects or animals were moving slowly through space. Shadows that were changing their contours without she being able to appreciate any sources of moving light. Katy observed that when she wanted to see something in more detail, the image centered on that area was enlarged, so making she could see more clearly what she wanted to analyze. So she concentrated on the top of one of those mountains where something seemed to be moving. It was a kind of spider. But it wasn't. When the image was enlarged, she could know that it was a huge artifact with eight legs that someone from inside it was directing. El planeta Gorga ...

The garden The smell of jasmine attracted me that night to the surroundings of a garden. A magical garden with luminous flowers, petroglyphs and giants. I did not know that I was entering an infinite labyrinth, and you, the spirit of all that is good and sweet, led me along those paths made of ivy, precious stones and aquamarines, towards the beginning of the eternal cycle of time. El jardín El olor a jazmín me atrajo aquella noche a los alrededores de un jardín. Un jardín mágico, con flores luminosas, con petroglifos y gigantes. Yo ignoraba que estaba entrando en un laberinto infinito, y tú, el espíritu de todo lo bueno y dulce, me condujo por aquellos caminos hechos de hiedra, de piedras preciosas y de aguamarinas, hacia el principio del ciclo eterno del tiempo.

The Universal Language Tom remembered the secret entrusted to him by one of the companions who shared the shoe box there on Earth. He told him that there is a universal language for communicating with all that exists and does not exist. In fact, it is this language that makes everything the way it is. He remembered that when his companion was entering a strange state of meditation, the physical phenomena stopped complying with natural laws and obeyed the dictates that state of meditation commanded them. In fact, what existed could cease to exist and what did not exist could materialize in the scenario of space and time. And the same changing phenomena was able the state of mind induced by meditation. So there was a reciprocal influence between the state of meditation and its results. El lenguaje universal Tom recordó el secreto que le confió uno de los compañeros que compartió la caja de zapatos, allí en la Tierra. Le dijo que existe un lenguaje universal para comuni...

The well Someone brought water from the sea and poured it into a millennial well. Since then, on full moon nights, in the silence of the night, the waves can be heard banging on the walls of the well. The well is now their home, but they miss the sea breeze. That is why, when they have the chance, some of them escape to spend some time at sea. But they love the well so much that they always come back to be with it. El pozo Alguien trajo agua del mar y la echó en un pozo milenario. Desde entonces, en las noches de luna llena, en el silencio de la noche, se oyen las olas golpeando las paredes del pozo. El pozo es ahora su casa, pero echan de menos la brisa del mar. Por eso, cuando tienen ocasión, algunas de ellas escapan para estar un rato en el mar. Pero quieren tanto al pozo, que vuelven siempre a estar con él.