Twilight's Flash Fiction / Relatos cortos crepusculares

Invasion They have come from every corner of the planet they call Earth and that we identify as HY78. They have a rough appearance, but they are pleasant to deal with. Apparently, their planet has the peculiar characteristic of maintaining a constant gravitational attraction, which means that they have long legs to keep their bodies upright. They also seem to have a skeletal structure that supports their bodies, unlike us. Because our planet has different gravitational phases, when it attracts us, our elastic bodies are compressed, and when it repels us, our bodies stretch to several times their normal size. For this reason, we live in cities built inside the planet. In our rooms, floor and ceiling are essentially the same thing. We walk on one or the other depending on the direction of gravity. This change occurs exactly one hundred times during each of our years, which lasts approximately three Earth years. All these ordinary things never cease to amaze our visitors. Invasión Han lle...

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, causing something extraordinary to happen. From that moment on, my memories reached all the way back to the Mesozoic era. The tribe consisted of thirty individuals, and our means of communication was what is now known in India as prana, an energy detected by the “suba,” an organ located in the brain that gradually diminished until it disappeared during the Cenozoic era. We covered our caves with the skins of wild dinosaurs that we hunted with the help of other dinosaurs we had previously domesticated on our farm. We also used them to travel during our hunts. Suddenly, I returned to reality, but my memories remained rooted 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 de hacer una incisión cerca de la gl...

  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— the love that fills my soul. De dónde 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, el amor 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, almost ambrosial taste, I was grateful that it had passed briefly through my life, on tiptoe. Even so, death had time to gather all my memories of those I had loved, and they came to comfort me in what seemed like a gentle welcome into their world. But unexpectedly, a brilliant light intervened and led me back through the places of my childhood, until, finally, I was dazzled by the lights 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 hubiera pasado brevemente por mi vida, de puntillas. Aun así, a la muerte le dio tiempo a reunir todos mis recuerdos de aquellos a quienes había amado, y ellos vinieron a rec...

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 materialized without warning 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 appears to have drifted out of its assigned spacetime 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 p...

'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 on which I have been travelling from Madrid to Cape Town has just landed. I am the only passenger who has returned. When we took off, there wasn't a single empty seat. About two hours into the flight, at an altitude of thirty-five thousand feet, the aircraft began to lose speed while maintaining its altitude, until, a few minutes later, it came to a complete stop, suspended in midair. The flight attendant announced over the intercom that the cabin was being depressurized and that the oxygen masks would be deployed. Through the window, I could see what looked like an enormous lenticular cloud. When the masks dropped, I was the only passenger who put one on. Everyone else rose from their seats and proceeded calmly toward the exit. Then, from the lenticular cloud, a kind of walkway emerged and extended all the way to the aircraft door. One by one, the passengers stepped out and walked along it toward the cloud. Once everyone had disembarked, the walkway ret...

 Mother She is heaven and earth, the beginning and the end, the rain, the sun, and joy. She is every good thought, the truth, and life itself. She is the blue of the sky and the gentle mornings of childhood. She is the endless sea and the infinite stars that shine in every moment. She is everything. Mi madre Ella es el cielo y la tierra, el principio y el fin, la lluvia, el sol y la alegría.  Ella es todo pensamiento bueno, la verdad y la vida.  Es el azul del 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, without even knowing it, breaks the silence of loneliness. Such is the death of every day, giving way to a thousand dawns. Heartbreak. Dreams. Tiny diabolical thoughts. Great plans. Sorrows that fit inside a thimble. Joys as vast as the oceans. And, at the end of the day... a taste of life's eternal light, which wraps you once more in her silken soul, until the following day.   Seda Su alma es seda. Te envuelve en su dulzura y, sin saberlo, rompe el silencio de la soledad. Así muere cada día, para dar paso a mil amaneceres al día siguiente. Desamores. Sueños. Pequeños pensamientos diabólicos. 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 I was a child, I used to play in the greenhouse. I used to imagine 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. H e was a delightful little creature.   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 co...

  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. As I gazed at it, 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 following morning I woke with 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 ...

The Postman When he was a child, he always looked forward to the arrival of the postman. Once a week, someone sent him a drawing with an affectionate dedication. Years passed, and the drawings gradually became true works of art, while the dedications became poems filled with feeling. Letters carry feelings. Perhaps that was why he became a postman. He devoted his life to bringing hope to every home. One day, he knocked on a door to deliver a letter, and a little girl opened it. She greeted him with a broad smile. “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 you are only a little girl, and I have been receiving those letters for more than thirty years.” The girl smiled. “I am feeling itself, and your eyes see me through the gaze of innocence. You see me as I was when I first began sending you those letters. And for feeling and innocence, time does not exist.” El cartero Cuando era niño, ...

  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. It fills me with despair. It destroys me. It turns my soul inside out. I know that you are unaware that I know your secret, and you look at me with that imploring blue gaze, as though trying to create an impenetrable veil between your eyes and your secret. But sometimes I have the feeling that you do know. Because you lower your gaze, and when I look into your eyes again, I can see 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. Sé que ignoras que conozco tu secreto, y me miras con esa mirada azul, implorante, para crear un velo impenetrable entre tu mirada y tu secreto. Pero, a veces, tengo la impresión de que sí lo sabes. Porque bajas la mirada y, cuando vuelvo a buscar 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...