Twilight's Flash Fiction / Relatos cortos crepusculares

  Passion Passion awoke one day, naked. She did not know where to find shelter, and thought that the heart of a teenager from Tuscany might be the perfect refuge. From within that extraordinary heart, she began to shape art, compose the melodies that accompany her old friend, Time , and fill the hidden spaces of the soul, those that speak with Infinity . Then she knew that Leonardo was the perfect name for such a heart. She remained by his side until his heart beat for the last time. Afterwards, she came to rest upon each of his creations, so that, in some way, his heart would continue to live among us forever.   Pasión La pasión se despertó un día desnuda. No sabía dónde cobijarse y pensó que un buen lugar podía ser el corazón de un adolescente de la Toscana. Desde allí, desde aquel extraordinario corazón, empezó a dibujar el arte, a componer las melodías que acompañan a su amigo, el Tiempo, y a rellenar los intersticios del alma, aquellos que hablan con el Infinito....

  Eternal Beings They are on the lookout for our movements. They are eternal, they do not need air to live. They watch the eons go by and how the planets transform. In their presence, time becomes small, it becomes a mere toy of their plans. And their plans are to stay. They can be tiny or they can be gigantic ones, but they all live in silence, waiting. Nobody knows that they are alive and in their own way they love us because they see us suffer and live. And when the end of time comes they will be there to explain everything they have seen. They are feminine beings, they are stones.   Seres eternos Están al acecho de nuestros movimientos. Ellos son eternos, no necesitan el aire para vivir. Ven pasar los eones y cómo se transforman los planetas. Ante su presencia, el tiempo se hace pequeño, se convierte en un mero juguete de sus planes. Y sus planes son los de permanecer. Pueden ser minúsculos o pueden ser gigantes, pero todos ellos viven en silencio, esperando. Nadie...