Twilight's Flash Fiction / Relatos cortos crepusculares

Invasion They have come from all points on the planet they call Earth and that we identify as HY78. They have a rough appearance but are pleasant to deal with. Apparently, their planet has the peculiarity of maintaining a constant gravitational attraction, which means that they have long legs to keep their bodies upright. They seem to have a bone structure that supports their body, unlike us. By having different gravitational phases, when the planet attracts us, our elastic bodies are compressed, and when the planet expels us, our bodies stretch to exceed several times our size. For this reason we live in cities built inside the planet. In the rooms, floor and ceiling are the same thing. We live stepping on the floor or the ceiling depending on the direction of gravity. What happens exactly one hundred times a year, the duration of which is approximately three Earth years. All these everyday things keep our visitors in awe. Invasión Han llegado desde todos los puntos del planeta al que...

Simultaneity Simultaneity was strolling through the infinite spaces of the eternal when it found light. they were made of the same essence and loved each other deeply, although they did not know it. Simultaneidad Paseaba la simultaneidad por los infinitos espacios de lo eterno cuando se encontró con la luz. estaban hechos de la misma esencia y se amaban profundamente, aunque no lo sabían.

Timeless Instant The thoughts were so intense that they fell to the ground leaving a trail of sadness in the cold winter air. Someone was carefully picking them up and putting them to rest on a soft pillow. Once recovered, the unknown man was returninig them to their owner. Picking them up, one of those thoughts escaped from its wrapper. They were tears whch were shed. They were the tears for the death of his mother. He picked them up one by one and returned them to his eyes. Thus, quietly, the spirit of his mother repopulated his soul. I nstante atemporal Los pensamientos eran tan intensos que caían al suelo dejando un rastro de tristeza en el aire de aquel frío invierno. Alguien, con sumo cuidado los iba recogiendo y los ponía a descansar en una blanda almohada. Una vez recuperados, se los devolvía a su dueño. Al recogerlos, uno de aquellos pensamientos escapó de su envoltorio y se derramaron lágrimas. Eran las lágrimas por la muerte de su madre. Las recogió una por una y las devolvi...

 Sherlock Holmes Dawn surprised him feverishly typing the code with which to hack that damn account. He had been sitting in his wheelchair for over twelve hours and was exhausted. He was thinking of giving up, when surprisingly the bank's protection system gave in to the code he had just entered. Ever since the fateful accident that left him a paraplegic, he had been preparing to consummate his revenge, to savor this moment. With an emotion comparable to the sacrifice of all those years of programming learning, he pressed the key to transfer all the funds to an account in the name of his son, in the Cayman Islands. Exactly one hundred million, two hundred and fifty-three thousand dollars and thirty cents. He felt full, his victim would pay dearly for that accident that left him in a wheelchair forever. He could rest now. Rest from that nightmare. Several days after carrying out his cyberattack, he received a message in his email inbox. Someone threatened to kill him if he didn'...

The Art of Time Subjective time is made up of atoms. An endless string of living atoms winding through space. When the time atoms of two lovers talk to each other, a new life is created and a new row of child atoms will learn to talk and communicate with other atoms. When a person's row of atoms wanders through space without interacting with another row, a devastating phenomenon appears: loneliness. In this case, the atoms are left alone and lose the ability to speak and interact. El arte del tiempo El tiempo subjetivo está formado por átomos. Una interminable hilera de átomos vivos que serpentean por el espacio.  Cuando los átomos de tiempo de dos enamorados hablan entre ellos, se crea una nueva vida y una nueva hilera de átomos infantiles que, aprenderán a hablar y a comunicarse con otros átomos.  Cuando la hilera de átomos de una persona vaga por el espacio sin interactúan con otra hilera, aparece un fenómeno devastador: la soledad. En este caso los átomos se van quedando s...

'Oblivion' Island The travel agency brochure explained in great detail the activities offered at Isla Olvido, except for the welcome surprise. The agency was assuring that the tourist would forget everything and start living a new life. And it really it was so. When we got to the island, we all passed through a gate that sported a semicircular arch. Moments later I was unable to find any old or recent memory. A true rebirth. This allowed me to live new experiences without the weight of memories. It was like hanging the past on the hall coat rack. On leaving, the opposite happened.  So at the same time that I was recovering my past, I didn't remember anything about that special vacation. Only what they have told me, because I don't remember anything that I experienced in 'Olblivion' Island. Isla 'Olvido' El folleto de la agencia de viajes explicaba con todo lujo de detalles las actividades que ofrecía en Isla Olvido, excepto la sorpresa de bienvenida. La ...

Survival The fast-paced life of Wall Street led me to undergo emergency surgery for a brain tumor. The surgeon must have made an incision near the pituitary gland, which caused something amazing to happen. From that moment, my memories went back to the Mesozoic era. The tribe was made up of thirty individuals, and our means of communication was what the Indians now call prana, the energy detected by the 'suba', an organ located in the brain, which was gradually reduced until it disappeared in the Paleozoic era. We covered our caves with skins from wild dinosaurs that we hunted with the help of other dinosaurs that we had previously tamed on our farm. We also used them to move around during hunts. Suddenly, at one point during the surgery, I came back to reality, but my memories remained in that ancestral memory. Supervivencia La vida acelerada de Wall Street me llevó a someterme a una operación de emergencia debido a un tumor cerebral. El cirujano debió hacer una incisión cer...

  Where I Come From "I think I come from where the breeze is born, near the sea, from where feelings are born, near the heart, and above all from where my love for you is born, which fills my soul." De donde vengo Creo que vengo de donde nace la brisa, cerca del mar, de donde nacen los sentimientos, cerca del corazón, y sobre todo de donde nace mi amor por ti, que me llena el alma.

The Edge Now my life is almost full and my death almost empty. That was what I thought after leaving the operating room. Although I confess that at times death came to have a sweet taste, almost ambrosial, I was grateful that it passed through my life on tiptoe and fleetingly. Even so, death had time to gather all the memories of my loved ones who came to comfort me in what seemed to be a pleasant reception to their world. But unexpectedly a bright light interposed itself and led me back to places where I lived my childhood and finally dazzled me in the spotlights of the operating room. El filo Ahora mi vida está casi llena y mi muerte casi vacía. Eso fue lo que pensé después de salir del quirófano. Aunque confieso que en algunos momentos la muerte llegó a tener un sabor dulce, casi ambrosíaco, agradecí que transitara por mi vida de puntillas y fugazmente. Aún así le dió tiempo a reunir a todos los recuerdos de mis amados seres que vinieron a reconfortarme en lo que pareció ser una agr...

Silhouettes In this new version of the world we are all silhouettes. After the eruption of the volcano, the pyroclasts have impregnated everything, so that there is no longer anyone recognizable at first sight. The skin has been covered forever with that gray ash that makes us all the same. The throat can only emit unintelligible sounds and the eyes have become accustomed to the intense red of the atmosphere. Siluetas En esta nueva version del mundo todos somos siluetas. Después de la erupción del volcán, los piroclastos lo han impregnado todo, de manera que ya no hay nadie reconocible a primera vista. La piel se ha cubierto para siempre de esa ceniza gris que nos hace a todos iguales. La garganta solo puede emitir sonidos ininteligibles y los ojos se han acostumbrado al rojo intenso de la atmósfera.

 Put me in my cradle! He spread his little arms and plump legs as he laid his face down on the bed. He was smiling. He had just turned three months old. As I turned to head for the bathroom, a metallic voice said: put me in my cradle! I turned around quickly and the baby's lips repeated: put me in my cradle! The horror of him overcame me. I looked at him in disbelief at what was happening. He was still smiling. I was terrified, and an infinite revulsion prevented me from approaching him. Then, leaning on his little arms, he sat up in bed and a hoarse laugh came from his throat. Then the baby began to cry uncontrollably and stretched out his arms for me to pick him up. He touched me and I hugged him with all my love. Nothing like this ever happened after that horrific experience. ¡Acúname! Extendió sus bracitos y sus rollizas piernas al dejarlo boca abajo en la cama. Sonreía. Acababa de cumplir tres meses. Cuando me dí la vuelta para dirigirme al baño, una voz metálica dijo: acúname...

  Balmoral The souls that flanked that dazzling and serene white spirit asked the lords of the night if that path led from the gates of Balmoral to the spaces destined for the immortals. The lords of the night, silent witnesses of history, agreed. The procession continued on its way, but unexpectedly, the spirit retraced her steps. Balmoral was too important. So he decided to give up the spaces of the immortals and eternally inhabit the places of his memories of her. Balmoral Las ánimas que flanqueaban a aquell deslumbrante y sereno espíritu blanco, le preguntaron a los señores de la noche si aquel camino conducía desde  las puertas de Balmoral a los espacios destinados a los inmortales. Los señores de la noche, testigos mudos de la historia, a sintieron. El cortejo siguió su camino, pero inesperadamente, el espíritu volvió sobre sus pasos. Balmoral era demasiado importante. Así que decidió renunciar a los espacios de los inmortales y habitar eternamente los lugares de sus rec...

The awakened mind To have the ability to ignore the idea we have of others because of the part of them we always see and to change our idea of them taking into account what we did not see of them. La mente despierta Tener la capacidad de ignorar la idea que tenemos de los demás por la parte de ellos que siempre vemos y cambiar nuestra idea de ellos teniendo en cuenta lo que no veíamos de ellos.

Vulvur Incident. Star time 1439-12 A hundred million kilometers from Vulvur, to the starboard of our ship, a huge object appeared out of nowhere and threatened to crash into the ship. When the collision seemed inevitable, the object disappeared. We believe that this was an erroneous maneuver on the part of the object. In the surroundings of the star Vulvur, twelve hundred cataloged spaces coexist, independent of each other. Each ship or object is assigned a specific space-time for its flight. The object must have left its coordinates and invaded our space-time. Fortunately the object has corrected its presence and has returned to its space-time. Incidente Vulvur. Tiempo estelar 1439-12 A cien millones de kilómetros de Vulvur, a estribor de nuestra nave, un enorme objeto surgió de la nada y amenazaba con estrellarse contra la nave. Cuando la colisión parecía inevitable, el objeto desapareció. Creemos que se ha tratado de una maniobra errónea por parte del objeto. En el entorno de la est...

'Blue' It all happened on his first humanitarian aid mission to Somalia in 2017. There he witnessed a historic event. He headed a special military unit in which its members were equipped with the latest advances in sustainable technology. Devices to combat endemic diseases, seeds that could bear fruit after hours of being planted, robots with which they communicate with the population, bird robots, known as 'blue' due to their bright and striking plumage, which were actually devices camouflaged with which to recognize the terrain from a certain height and who could also talk to the frightened natives. Upon discovering that a bird asked them questions in their language, the natives imagined all kinds of curses and misfortunes. Only one half-naked boy in the frightened crowd dared challenge him and issued a challenge, with the proviso that if he failed, the bird would become the boy's. 'Blue' answering with a resounding 'yes'. The boy then asked him if...

 AR3085 NASA has warned about the appearance of a spot on the sun that is growing rapidly. But scientists hide that they are elves. Oblivious to these high temperatures, they walk along the surface of the sun devouring electromagnetic waves. The light, or in other words, its food, begins to be scarce. For this reason they have started a protest march to the ends of the universe to reach an agreement with the Founders, who, wrapped in dark hoods, listen carefully to the claims of the goblins. If they are successful, the spots will soon disappear. AR 3085 La NASA ha alertado sobre la aparición de una mancha en el sol que está creciendo rápidamente. Pero los científicos ocultan que se trata de duendes. Ajenos estos a las altas temperaturas, se pasean por la superficie del sol devorando ondas electromagnéticas. La luz, o dicho de otra forma, su alimento, empieza a escasear. Por ese motivo han iniciado una marcha de protesta a los confines del universo para pactar un acuerdo con los Fun...

The Years of Harmony My memories no longer accompany me as before, but I would dare to say that those years of harmony, which were exactly two and a few days, remain intact in my memory. I learned to see everything through your eyes, to value the infinite moments of you. I remember every moment of every day. A week after the two years had passed, I was lost. And here I am, in a mental hospital, not knowing who I am, and trying to remember you. Someone tells me that I have been here for ten years, and that a woman comes to visit me every day. I don't know who she is, but she insists that we've been together for over two years. However, you are in my memory, but I can't remember your face. The only thing that feeds me are the memories of those years and the hope of recovering your image. Los años de la armonía Mis recuerdos ya no me acompañan como antes, pero me atrevería a decir que aquellos años de la armonía, que fueron exactamente dos y algunos días, permanecen intactos e...

High Expectations Last year I started working in a department store as a stocker. I had recently finished my specialty in quantum electrodynamics and was very excited that I might discover, without anyone noticing, the technology behind some quantum mirrors that the company had installed on the main floor. When you stood in front of the mirror, the electromagnetic waves formed images of places where you could be at the same time as in the room. The sensation was that of these physically in the two places. I thought that using the detectron I could spy on the mirror's electroluminescent components, but that was not the case. When activating it, something went wrong and now I am behind the mirror, without knowing how to escape, and nobody notices my absence because another stocker exactly like me, created by the mirror, does my job. Altas expectativas El año pasado entré a trabajar en unos grandes almacenes como reponedor. Había terminado recientemente mi especialidad de electrodinám...

Unraveling the Future 'But the promises, like white doves, took flight never to return. It was the moment of forgiveness. Sorry for so many things. When the Earth contemplates its last sunset, our tired eyes will say goodbye to the planet to look for a new home in the stars. The eunuchs, annoyed by the cloud that prevented them from seeing the moon, began to scream and their bodies began to convulse frantically.' The above is a fragment of what Magnus the giant will write in five million years, when the Sun stops shining. At some point, time has turned around and brought me this legacy from the future. Descifrando el futuro 'Pero las promesas, como palomas blancas, alzaron el vuelo para no regresar. Era el momento del perdón. Perdón por tantas cosas. Cuando la Tierra contemple su último atardecer, nuestros ojos cansados se despedirán del planeta para buscar una nueva morada en las estrellas. Los eunucos, contrariados por la nube que les impedía ver la luna, empezaron a grit...

 The Magnus Codex In the summer of the year 2100, an ancient medieval codex fell into my hands by chance, in which the name of Magnus appeared in large letters and in which the steps to be followed in the exploration of a cave. Also, at the end, it described the place inside the cave where another codex had been deposited, a continuation of the previous one.Two cavers and a humanoid, we began the adventure guided by the content of that codex. After a long journey that led us to the center of Africa, we arrived at the appointed place. The access was semi-hidden by vegetation. Upon entering, a nauseating smell forced us to use oxygen masks. Flashlights illuminated the difficult access to what appeared to be a narrow, dank passageway. The humanoid warned us of the presence of bacteria that our immune system could not combat. We activated special filters, and after going through that passageway, we headed to the place that the first codex indicated where the second codex was. A chest a...

 The magic in things (7) On one of the remote planets to which we had to descend due to a technical problem, I met an extraordinary being. He revealed to me that he was immortal. The secret of his immortality lay in a kind of plant that grew in one of the salt lakes, between active volcanoes. The ingestion of this plant allowed that, at the moment of dying, the cells of any of the organs of his body, they gave rise to new cells in perpetual reproduction that replaced the primitive cells forming a new organ that grew as the old one reduced its size till disappear. La magia en las cosas (7) En uno de los remotos planetas al que tuvimos que descender por un problema técnico, conocí a un ser extraordinario. Me reveló que era inmortal. El secreto de su inmortalidad residía en una especie de vegetal que se producía en uno de los lagos salados, entre volcanes activos. La ingestión de esa planta permitía que en el instante de morir las células de cualquiera de los órganos de su cuerpo, d...

The King's Coachman He has been a palace coachman for almost twenty years and barely exchanged a few words with his majesty when he entered his service. During all those years he has followed the instructions of the King's aid in his displacements, either for the king to hunt in the forests near the Palace or to travel for days to distant countries accompanied by the royal procession. Sometimes he would go weeks or months without seeing his daughter. Today he could barely hide it. In vain he tried to repress the tears when he learned of the fatal illness of his daughter. Unexpectedly, the voice of the King's aid rang out loudly. "Coachman, stop!" When the carriage had stopped, the king got out and addressed the coachman. "Every year on this day, for twenty years, you cry bitterly because you relive the loss of your daughter. Today, on the anniversary of her death, your spirit dresses up in that moment twenty years ago and draws your present." "After...

  The Revenge of the Gardens The gardens, abstracted from everything that was not their own beauty, fed on the feelings of their visitors, extracted all their energy to finally leave them inert on the ground. Thus the centuries passed until Cyrus the Great decided to invade Babylon, enter his capital, Babylon, and visit the gardens. Ciro, faced with that indescribable beauty, stayed speechless and for an instant lost his sense of reality, while the gardens prepared their own revenge from him. When Ciro woke up, a security guard stopped him, put him in the car and took him to the police station for being inappropriately dressed and disturbing public order. The gardens had banished him in time to the twenty-first century. Los jardines abstraídos de todo lo que no fuera su propia belleza, se alimentaban de los sentimientos de sus visitantes, les extraía toda su energía para finalmente dejarlos inertes en el suelo. Así fueron pasando los siglos en Babilonia hasta que Ciro el Grande dec...

 Flight 675-AH The aircraft in which I have been travelling on an intercontinental flight from Madrid to Cape Town has just landed. I am the only return passenger. When we took off from the airport there was no seat free. Approximately two hours into the flight and at a height of eleven thousand feet The aircraft began to lose speed but maintained its altitude, so that after a few minutes the aircraft stopped suspended in the air. The stewardess indicated over the loudspeakers that the cabin was being depressurized and that the oxygen masks would be deployed. Through the window I could see what looked like a huge lenticular cloud. When the masks fell, I was the only one to put them on. The other passengers got up from their seats and proceeded to the exit in an orderly manner. Then, from the lenticular cloud, a kind of walkway emerged that extended to the door of the aircraft. Each of the passengers got out and headed for the cloud through the walkway. When everyone had disembarked...

 Mother She is heaven and earth, the beginning and the end, the rain, the sun and joy. She is good thoughts, truth and life. She is the blue of the sky and the sweet mornings of childhood. She is the infinite sea and the infinite stars of every moment. She is all. Mi madre Ella es el cielo y la tierra, el principio y el fin, la lluvia, el sol y la alegría. Ella son los buenos pensamientos, la verdad y la vida. Es el azul de cielo y las mañanas dulces de la niñez. Es el mar infinito y las infinitas estrellas de cada instante. Es todo.

 Vibrations Two old friends, one of them an inhabitant of a hydrogen atom in a water molecule, and the other a being from the Andromeda galaxy, met at the midpoint of the universe to chat about the future. One of them commented: the only difference between a galaxy and an atom is size. For example, we are very similar. For eons we have met for taking beers and our points of view are very similar. The other added: it has always been like this. I remember that even before the universe was created, everything was a question of vibrations. In the case of humans, the waves materialize in bodies of flesh and blood. Souls peer into the world through the bodies that occupy the interstices of nothingness. And they think that light has the secret of relativity. However they do not know that the center of the universe is each one of them and that is why they cannot find the center. Vibraciones Dos viejos amigos, uno de ellos habitante de un átomo de hidrógeno de una molécula de agua, y el otr...

Large Hadron Collider The large particle collider has exploded, dividing the Earth globe into two equal halves, rotating between them and leaving to see the bowels of the Earth . We called the emergency room of hospital for someone to come home to save our lives. A woman's voice answered the call. Her voice cracked as she answered. They needed more help than us. The ambulances had left and the hospital lights had decided to abandon every room of every hospital. My interlocutor burst into tears and I told her that we would go help them. That we would bring a large package of electricity that we had in the pantry and that we would leave our car with them. The woman wouldn't stop crying and, after crying for a while, I also hung up the phone. El gran colisionador de hadrones El gran colisionado de partículas ha estallado, dividiendo el globo terráqueo en dos mitades iguales, girando entre ellas y dejando al descubierto las entrañas de la Tierra. Llamamos a urgencias para que algui...

  Silk Her soul is silk. She wraps you in her sweetness and inadvertently breaks the silence of loneliness. This is the death of each day, which gives way to a thousand sunrises the next day. Heartbreaks, dreams, little diabolical thoughts, big plans, sorrows that fit in a thimble, immense joys like the oceans and at the end of the day, a taste of the eternal light of life, which wraps you again in her silken soul, until the next day.   Seda Su alma es seda. Te envuelve en su dulzura y sin quererlo rompe el silencio de la soledad. Así es la muerte de cada día, que da paso a mil amaneceres al día siguiente. Desamores, sueños, pequeños diabólicos pensamientos, grandes planes, penas que caben en un dedal, alegrías inmensas como los océanos y al final del día, un sabor a la eterna luz de la vida, que vuelve a envolverte en su alma de seda, hasta el siguiente día.

   Forgetfulness He was sentenced to life imprisonment and never knew how he got to that narrow cell. With no electric light, a small window near the ceiling let him know if it was day or night. To combat forgetfulness, he counted the days by making a small mark in his prayer book with each sunset. He had always hoped that he could escape, and his mind was on how to do it through that window. After many days and endless attempts, he managed to get to it and tried to break the glass. That was when he realized that it wasn't a window. It was a screen that simulated the passage of days. Surprised by that discovery, he repeatedly hit the screen hard, until it broke into a thousand pieces. Unexpectedly, a huge force pushed his body outwards and a sharp pain in his shoulders made him scream. The scream did not reach his ears because the air had disappeared. He was trapped in the gap of what was supposed to be a window. Then, after seeing the intense black of space, he knew that he...

 The GreenHouse When he was a child, he used to play in the greenhouse. I always was imagining that behind those huge callas, tiny beings lived, some hairy, others beardless, accompanied by fairies and nymphs. Nearby lived orchids of a deep pink color, which contrasted with the lush green of the stems of slender red roses. So, thinking of those little beings and how to make their lives easier, I dedicated myself to building them some small wooden houses in which I had everything necessary to make them feel comfortable. One cold morning I sneaked into the greenhouse. The raindrops slid down the glass roof and their melodious presence called nature to pray. Suddenly, from inside one of the little houses, there slipped a sound that I interpreted as a nervous but friendly greeting. It was a delicious being. He was called Shzum. He confessed to me that he was the spirit of Mozart. And with the rest of his companions, also spirits of musicians, they were performing eternal concerts in th...

  The Wood Carving On a trip to learn about life in Tanzania, an aboriginal man approached me suspiciously and showed me a wood carving. His pleading eyes asked me to give him something for that piece of art. A warrior was preparing his spear to hunt a lion. It was a crude wood carving, naïve, but there was something inexplicable about it that made one look at it unhurriedly. That same night when I went to the tent to sleep, I took the carving with me and placed it next to the pillow. Watching her I fell asleep. I had a horrible nightmare in which a lion was attacking me and luckily, a warrior similar to the one in the wood carving came out of the thicket and faced the lion, saving my life. The next day I was woken up by a sharp pain in my side. He had a deep wound that appeared to have been caused by a lion's claw. I looked at the wood carving and the warrior lay bloodied and badly wounded, while the lion was preparing to end his life. La talla  En un viaje para aprender...

  The Postman   When he was a child, he always looked forward to the arrival of the postman. Someone sent him, once a week, a drawing with an affectionate dedication. Years passed and the drawings were transformed into true works of art, and the dedications into poems full of feeling. Letters are feelings, so he became a postman. He managed to dedicate his life to bringing illusion to each house. One day he knocked on a door to deliver a letter and a girl opened it. The girl greeted him with a broad smile and said:' -Do you know who I am? The postman was surprised and shook his head. -I am the person who sends you a drawing and a dedication every week. -But, if you are a girl, and I have received those letters for more than thirty years. And the girl said: -I am the feeling, and your eyes see me with the look of the innocence. You see me with the image of when I started sending you letters. And for feeling and innocence, time does not exist.   El carte...

  Sinbad's Diary Day X-2098 of the lunar calendar. Prospecting operations on the lunar soil were following a strict control program. In the silence of empty space, the huge hundred-meter-diameter drills, activated by remote control, had begun their work scratching the surface of the Earth's satellite. Unexpectedly, the four heads, which had only penetrated a few hundred meters, were failing to advance. An impenetrable surface was refusing to allow those great blades to continue piercing the ground. Telemetry from Earth was indicating that it was a metallic structure of amaranth color, which extended over a wide surface. Activities were paralyzed for several days, and Sinbad, who was responsible for monitoring operations from the space center in French Guiana, was worriyng about the delay in the project. Surprisingly, alarm signals went off at the space center as the drilling machines had begun to function without any intervention from control personnel. The following message ...

 Your secret I'm living with your secret. It is a constant thought. Despairs me. Destroys me It turns my soul inside out. I already know that you don't know that I know it, and you look at me with that imploring blue gaze, to create an impenetrable veil between your gaze and your secret. But sometimes I think you know that I know, because you look down, and when I look into your eyes again I guess unshed tears and an infinite sadness in your expression. Tu secreto Estoy viviendo con tu secreto. Es un pensamiento constante. Me desespera. Me destruye. Me vuelve el alma del revés. Ya sé que tú no sabes que lo sé, y me miras con esa mirada azul, implorante, para crear un velo impenetrable entre tu mirada y tu secreto. Pero algunas veces creo que sabes que lo sé, porque bajas la mirada, y cuando de nuevo miro tus ojos adivino lágrimas contenidas y una tristeza infinita en tu expresión.

Candle A sea breeze came to extinguish the light of a candle, and in the darkness of the night, the candle was lost. She groped her way to a small room and, without knowing it, she placed herself next to a small vase of flowers. When the flowers saw the slender candle, they were surprised that it was out and smiled at it. Then, the candle blushed so much that a spark lit its wick, illuminating and giving life to the delicate skin of the flowers. Candela Una brisa marina vino a apagar la luz de una candela, y en la oscuridad de la noche, la candela se perdió. A tientas se dirigió a un pequeño salón y, sin saberlo, se situó junto a un jarroncito de flores. Cuando las flores vieron a la esbelta candela se extrañaron de que estuviera apagada y le sonrieron. Entonces, la candela se ruborizó tanto que una chispa prendió su mecha iluminando y dando vida a la delicada piel de las flores.  

 The Guardian The narrow path led to a strange place populated by sinister trees. Only the initiates knew the destination of that inhospitable path. It was a small grotto guarded by a jealous guardian to whom visitors had to identify themselves. For over five hundred years he had done his job flawlessly. No one who did not belong to that lodge had managed to cross the dark threshold. He never knew what was happening inside that place and what those adepts were doing. But one day someone went to visit him The and told him that all those who entered that place were not people. They were thoughts, and that he himself had been controlling the access of those thoughts to the Buddha's mind. He was responsible for the purity of the Buddha's thoughts. El guardián El camino angosto conducía a un lugar extraño poblado por árboles siniestros. Sólo los iniciados conocían el destino de aquel inhóspito camino. Era una pequeña gruta custodiada por un celoso guardián ante el cual los visitante...

  Discovery Proxima Centauri b fue durante mucho tiempo el planeta deseado por los científicos para establecer una base experimental fuera del sistema solar. El astronauta abrió la escotilla que permitía salir al vehículo oruga. Lentamente, ocupó su asiento y dio la orden de que el vehículo se dirigiera al suroeste, una posición cercana al montículo Domne. Los sistemas de identificación y seguimiento habían detectado la existencia de un objeto semienterrado que parecía ser una especie de tablón. Al acercarse, la pantalla presentaba la imagen de una superficie lisa en la que se distinguían las letras QR parcialmente borradas. El astronauta dio la orden de desplegar el brazo articulado y con extremo cuidado se desenterró aquel extraño objeto. Para su sorpresa, era un estandarte de las legiones romanas con la inscripción SPQR (Senatus Populusque Romanus). Era una prueba de la existencia de planetas replicantes en un universo en contracción. La vieja teoría de Wegener que predice la et...

  Breathe Actually, I don't know how I got here. This is a warm place. Sweet. I hope, but waiting is kind. I also don't know what I'm waiting for or how long I've been here. Unexpectedly something pushes me I don't know where. I'm going through a kind of tube that narrows, but something pushes me to continue moving through that tube. After a while of suffering, my head comes out of the tube into a space that is foreign to me. Strange sounds reach me, screams from the one I will later recognize as my mother. With difficulty, my right shoulder comes out and a minute later, my left shoulder. Finally, the rest of muy body leave that tube and feels the cold of the new space. Someone turns me on my stomach and suddenly my lungs receive the saving air. Breathing for the first time. In the room they hears my crying and everyone is happy and congratulates each other. Breathe.   Respirar En realidad, no sé cómo he llegado hasta aquí. Este es un lugar cálido. Dulce...

 Things of the Soul One day a special thought arose in a gentle brain. The thought was hungry and she thought about going out to buy a sandwich. As she was crossing the street she realized that she had left her keys at home. Fortunately, he had his mobile phone in his pocket. As it was a subtle, soft and loving but long lasting thought, to ask for help he could only get in touch with very few thoughts, those that were like him. So he called a feminine thought and asked her to put him up at his house until he got the keys back. The feminine thought happily offered her his house. Then the thought was happy during those days and offered the best of his soul to the other thoughts of that brain and furthermore also gave the feminine thought his heart. Cosas del alma En un cerebro amable surgió un día un pensamiento especial. El pensamiento tenía hambre y pensó en salir a comprar un bocadillo. Cuando estaba atravesando la calle se dio cuenta de que se había dejado las llaves en casa. Afo...

  Manfish In general, I am very lucky. My home is a small grotto on the seabed off the coast of Sensilis. My children have grown up very well. Although one of them was captured by a fisherman who immediately took pity on him and returned him to the sea. That has been one of the most terrible episodes I have ever experienced. However, some time ago I noticed with concern that the left gill was losing scales. Two days later, where the scales were, human skin began to appear and is now spreading throughout the body. The fins are developing into limbs and I often have to come to the surface to breathe. And I begin to think that nothing human is going to be foreign to me. Pez humano En general, tengo mucha suerte. Mi casa es una pequeña gruta en el fondo marino cerca de la costa de Sensilis. Mis hijos se han criado muy bien. Aunque uno de ellos fue capturado por un pescador que, inmediatamente se apiadó de él y lo devolvió al mar. Ese ha sido uno de los episodios más terribles que he vi...