Twilight's Flash Fiction / Relatos cortos crepusculares

The Diary On my sixteenth birthday someone gifted me a diary. Bright blue pastes and in the center the image of the constellation Orion. When I opened it, a strange dedication surprised me: "So you can control the time." At that moment I interpreted the word "control" in the sense of organizing my time. I took writing the diary seriously and for a little over two years I was recording on its pages everything that happened to me and what I thought and felt for the people around me. A sad event made me stop writing and the diary was left in the bargueño desk of an old cabinet for many years. Back from a strange trip to the East, without knowing it, I began to remove all the things from that bargueño desk, and among them the diary, with its bright blue covers. I opened it to the page where I had left a mark and read what I had written many years before: “Today is the most dire day of my life. Due to my recklessness, my friend Sharon has suffered a serious ac...

Abandonment He is young. He is dirty. He has a beard. He is dressed in rags. The few times I have tried to approach him, he quickens his pace , as though expecting an insult or fearing that I might hurt him. His sadness moves me. Whenever I walk through that park, I see him. Never sitting. Always wandering, carrying a plastic bag that, I imagine, holds everything he owns. I often wonder where he sleeps. The street is probably his only refuge. Now, every night, before I say goodbye to the day, I think of him... and silently wish that he is safe. Desamparo Es joven. Está sucio. Tiene barba. Viste harapos. Las pocas veces que he intentado acercarme, acelera el paso , como si esperara un insulto o temiera que pudiera hacerle daño. Me conmueve su tristeza. Siempre que cruzo ese parque lo veo. Nunca sentado. Siempre deambulando, con una bolsa de plástico que, imagino, contiene todo cuanto posee. A menudo me pregunto dónde dormirá. La calle será, probableme...

W hen Time Thickens I have learned that I must not ask questions, any kind of questions. I have to allow time flows and not to thicken. My lives and my deaths depend on my having the ability to move time. I mean the warm time, the time of emotions. It must flow to be alive. If it thickens, it dies. Cuando el tiempo se espesa He aprendido que no debo hacer preguntas, ningún tipo de preguntas. Tengo que dejar que el tiempo fluya y que no se espese. Mi vida y mi muerte dependen de que tenga la capacidad de mover el tiempo. Me refiero al tiempo cálido, el tiempo de las emociones. Debe fluir para estar vivo. Si se espesa, muere.

Hours There are great hours like planets. There are small hours like dragonflies. And there are hours without dimensions. They are the hours that I am with you. Horas Hay horas grandes como planetas. Hay horas pequeñas como libélulas. Y hay horas sin dimensiones. Son las horas en las que estoy contigo.

Signs of the hidden Her mother died, and that eternal song that sounded inside her faded, little by little, until her spirit stopped listening. Her son was born and, remembering her mother, a new song began to fill her space, and that eternal song sounded again along with the new one and made her mother come to be with her again. Signos de lo oculto Murió su madre, y aquella canción eterna que sonaba en su interior se fue apagando, poco a poco, hasta que su espíritu la dejó de escuchar. Nació su hijo y, recordando a su madre, una nueva canción empezó a llenar su espacio, y aquella canción eterna volvió a sonar junto a la nueva e hizo que su madre viniera de nuevo a estar junto a ella.