Twilight's Flash Fiction / Relatos cortos crepusculares

 August 19, 2031 Today we have been visited by the space-time of comet 2014 UN271 and the space-time of the Earth has been shaken by the presence of the comet. Coming from the Oort cloud, the trail of its multicolored light tail has drawn an enigmatic message in blue sky, a red image with the appearance of a medieval warrior. Its trajectory between the Earth and the Moon has changed the center of gravity of the whole, causing the water of the oceans to escape into space, also sucking part of the snow from the poles. The two space-times have become one, and the comet, has modified its trajectory and has started to rotate around the Moon, becoming its guardian. 19 de agosto de 2031 Hoy nos ha visitado el espacio-tiempo del cometa 2014 UN271 y el espacio-tiempo de la Tierra se ha visto sacudido por la presencia del cometa. Procedente de la nube de Oort, el rastro de su cola de luces multicolores ha dibujado en el azul un enigmático mensaje, una imagen roja con el aspecto de un guerr...

 Little Time Boxes I have always loved collecting little boxes of time. I don't remember exactly when I first saw them, but they have been with me for most of my life. In my castle I set aside a large room to store them. They come in every size. Some hold a single instant; others hold entire decades. I arrange them according to their importance. Besides those that hold the past, I also keep those that hold the future. Strangely enough, the future ones keep changing size, although I still don't know why. They also disappear without warning, and new ones appear and grow enormously. As new boxes appear, the room also grows, so the castle gradually takes on an irregular shape that can be seen from far away. A few months ago an empty box appeared. Since then... no new boxes have appeared. I don't know what it means.   Cajitas de tiempo Siempre me ha gustado coleccionar cajitas de tiempo . No recuerdo muy bien cuándo las vi por primera vez, pero me han acompañ...

Dress That morning she dressed in her best words. The dress, woven through many sleepless nights, was telling the story of her life. The words, sewn together with all the love they could contain, one after the other explained the most important moments of her existence. Strolling through the huge room full of visitors, not knowing how, the dress were snarled up in a cruel hook and one of the words could not be stay together with the others. In that instant, the story of her life was torn in two. The word 'love' lay on the ground. She tried to pick it up, but it had already changed color and the word   gently expired in her hands. She then knew that words can break the course of life.   El vestido Aquella mañana se vistió con sus mejores palabras. El vestido, tejido a lo largo de muchas noches de insomnio, contaba la historia de su vida. Las palabras, cosidas con todo el amor que podían contener, unas tras otras desgranaban los momentos más importantes de su existenci...

Buddha  And Buddha said to his disciple “Wherever you go, you will not find what you are looking for because, whatever it is, it does not exist except in your imagination. When you understand that, you will stop searching and there will only be the contemplation of existence.” Buda Y Buda le dijo a su discípulo: - Allá donde vayas, no encontrarás lo que buscas porque, sea lo que fuere, no existe salvo en tu imaginación. Cuando comprendas eso, dejarás de buscar y solo existirá la contemplación de la existencia.