Twilight's Flash Fiction / Relatos cortos crepusculares

 Wings to Breathe He was born in the silence of a summer night. He spent his childhood unable to breathe. He was blue and in his solitude, he nourished dreams of having a friend with whom to fly through the skies. He imagined flying high, with the air caressing his plumage that would no longer be blue. It happened without expecting it. He spread his wings, and then, in an instant, the alveoli of his lungs opened, and he began to breathe. He breathed so deeply that the abyss in which he had lived became small, small and finally disappeared. His plumage was an intense red and when he began to fly, he ascended and ascended and when he was very high, someone went to meet him and accompanied him for the rest of his days.   Alas para respirar Nació en el silencio de una noche de verano. Pasó su niñez sin poder respirar. Era azul y en su soledad alimentaba los sueños de tener un amigo con el que surcar los cielos. Se imaginaba volando alto, con el aire acariciando su plumaj...

 Be Reborn And after being reborn he appreciated the company of water and air more than ever. His tears merged with the blue of the sea that had brought him back to life. He cherished the emotion of seeing again the beings who had accompanied him through time for eons. And his thoughts penetrated the unfathomable mysteries of life. Thus, after crossing the doors of the absolute, he was able to die again, so as not to die.   Renacer Y después de renacer apreció más que nunca la compañía del agua y del aire. Sus lágrimas se fundieron con el azul del mar que le había vuelto a la vida. Acarició la emoción de volver a ver a los seres que durante eones le habían acompañado a través del tiempo. Y sus pensamientos penetraron en los insondables misterios de la vida. Así, después de cruzar las puertas de lo absoluto, pudo volver a morir, para no morir.