Twilight's Flash Fiction / Relatos cortos crepusculares

Folk Songs 3 (MCC) The Little Canteen Girl Since I was little, a canteen maid, through all of Spain my rounds I made. Always selling that fiery wine, who will come buy this drink of mine? And so I live, through grief and pain, selling the drink again, again. Selling aguardiente sweet, the burning liquor none can beat. I walk the street, hear soldiers’ feet, the ringing step, the drum’s quick beat. And then a voice comes clear to say: “Canteen girl, please wait, I pray.” I wait, and soon he speaks once more: “Pour me a glass, I do implore. Of that strong spirit, quick, be kind, for I would take my breakfast wine.” I pour it out, he drinks it fast, and in that moment ties are cast. Then hear him say, as off he goes: “Canteen girl, canteen girl  farewell.” Canciones populares 3 (MCC) La cantinerita Desde muy niña fui cantinera, todos los puntos de España corrí. Siempre vendiendo el rico aguardiente, ¿quién me lo comprará a mi? De modo, que me mantengo...

Folk Songs 2 (MCC) **“Good evening, Uncle Perloches,” said he, “Why, hello Carlos, sit by me.” “I come uneasy, yet I’ll stay, Now tell me, Carlos, what you say.” “Uncle, I’ll speak and not delay: I’ve come to ask for Ramona today.” Then Perloches grasped the broom with might, And Aunt María the shovel tight, While the foolish bride-to-be Laughed and laughed in endless glee.”** Canciones populares 2 (MCC) Buenas noches tio Perloches. Hola Carlos, siéntate. Vengo de muy poco asiento, pero en fin, me sentaré Dime Carlos a lo que vienes. Tieo Perloches le diré: a pedirle relaciones de la Ramona de usted. El tío Perloches cogió la escoba y la tía María el badil, y la tonta de la novia hartándose de reír.

 Folk Songs 1 (MCC) Go on, go, don’t leave, slip into a hole, And if your mother asks, we’ll say you’re an owl. Canciones populares 1 (MCC) Anda vete, no te vayas, métete en un agujero, y si tu madre pregunta, diremos que eres mochuelo.

Folk songs (MCC) Go your way, go; I do not call you near. Where you spent the winter, spend the summer there. Canciones polulares (MCC) Anda vete, anda vete, yo no te llamo. Donde has pasado el invierno, pasa el verano.

Awakening As on every other night, we went to bed early and, as always, held hands until we awoke. That morning, as dawn was breaking, I felt a strange coldness between my fingers. I tried to pull my hand away from whatever I was holding. Then I realized I was caressing the skeleton of her hand. Despertar Como cada noche, nos fuimos a dormir temprano y, como siempre, permanecimos cogidos de la mano hasta despertar. Aquella mañana, mientras despuntaba el alba, sentí una extraña frialdad entre los dedos. Intenté apartar la mano de aquello que estaba sujetando. Entonces comprendí que estaba acariciando el esqueleto de su mano. Ξύπνημα Όπως κάθε βράδυ, πήγαμε νωρίς για ύπνο και, όπως πάντα, κρατιόμασταν από το χέρι μέχρι να ξυπνήσουμε. Εκείνη την ημέρα, στο ξημέρωμα, ένιωσα μια παράξενη ψυχρότητα ανάμεσα στα δάχτυλά μου. Προσπάθησα να απομακρύνω το χέρι μου από ό,τι κρατούσα και τότε συνειδητοποίησα ότι χάιδευα το σκελετό του χεριού της.

Loneliness Someone introduced him to a lonely moment and, without a second thought, he invited it to live with him for all eternity. Soledad Alguien le presentó a un instante que estaba solo y, sin pensarlo, lo invitó a vivir con él durante toda la eternidad.

The Lord's Prayer When he set foot on Mars for the first time, he had the strange feeling that he had lived that moment before. He asked the mentor attached to his brain. The mentor revealed the truth. In reality, he had died years earlier... the first time he set foot on Mars. Padre nuestro Cuando pisó Marte por primera vez, tuvo la extraña sensación de haber vivido aquel instante antes. Le preguntó al mentor acoplado a su cerebro. El mentor le reveló la verdad. En realidad, había muerto varios años antes... al pisar Marte por primera vez.

  Augusto and the Dinosaur And one day Augusto Monterroso received a visit from the dinosaur to remind him that it was still there.   https://ciudadseva.com/texto/el-dinosaurio/ Augusto y el dinosaurio Y Augusto Monterroso recibió un día la visita del dinosaurio para recordarle que aún seguía allí. https://ciudadseva.com/texto/el-dinosaurio/

The Door I watch from above as they wheel into the crematorium the coffin in which my body lies. Then twenty tongues of flame begin to caress it. My cells scream, begging for it all to stop. They do not know what is about to happen to them. In a matter of seconds, the temperature rises above a thousand degrees. I see my loved ones outside: some crying, others whispering, and one of them staring into space, trying to guess where I am. Then something extraordinary happens. From each of my cells, another identical cell detaches. Gradually, each one becomes transparent until it disappears from mortal sight, but I can see that they are still alive. They approach me and take their places until they form my new body. A light body, free of every burden. When everything is over, someone places the ashes in an urn and hands it to my relatives. Wailing and emptiness. A door appears, and beyond it I can see a brilliant light. I don't know what to do. I feel myself drawn toward it, while faint,...

  Wavicles 2 What if Bohr’s atomic model were thought of in terms of frequency levels rather than energy levels? Could this new approach explain the photoelectric effect just as clearly? What would happen to the explanation of blackbody radiation, from which Planck deduced his famous constant? Would Planck’s constant still be fundamental, but now reinterpreted as a resonance parameter instead of a quantum of energy? And what about the quanta themselves? If the quanta were to disappear, would this model bring closer together the currently irreconcilable positions of relativity and quantum mechanics—perhaps to be renamed frequency mechanics? Is it possible to frame things this way? What do you think? I would love to read your comments at: 👉 https://minutorelatos.blogspot.com/     Ondículas 2 ¿Qué pasaría si el modelo atómico de Bohr se pensara en términos de un modelo de niveles de frecuencias en lugar de estar formado por niveles de energía? ¿Podría ex...

Wavicles 1 Ernst thought it was a matter of perspective. The problem that arises when we rely on our first impressions for our deductions is that it prevents us from discovering what lies beyond them. A clear example of this is the question: is the Earth flat or round? Well, it depends. The deduction at first sight is that it is flat. And indeed, it is flat for an ordinary observer living anywhere on the planet. But when that same observer becomes an astronaut and travels far from Earth, their perspective changes. The same thing happens with the concepts of wave and particle. Do waves and particles exist? Well, it depends. Someone observes a phenomenon and gives it a name: wave or particle, because its manifestation resembles something we already experience in nature. For thought, a fork is a fork and a spoon is a spoon, so if a fork transforms into a spoon depending on the experiment, it feels contrary to the way we think.   Ondículas 1 Ernst pensaba que era una cuestión...

From Gaza to Ukraine She had been born in the Gaza Strip, although part of her father’s family had emigrated to Ukraine when she was just a baby. All that time, she had dreamed of traveling to the country where her father was and embracing him so tightly that the hug would last for a whole year. At last, the long-awaited day arrived. She ran down the steps of the plane, eager to reunite with her father. But what she actually found was devastation. Moments before landing, a bombing had taken the lives of thirty people — her father among them. In the face of such pain, fear took refuge in the girl’s heart, and she suddenly felt fragile and alone. That fear began to grow and grow, until it became so immense it filled all the space around her, turning everything it touched into silence, drowning out the deafening roar of the weapons. And the silence spread everywhere. Pain gave way to calm, and everything seemed to belong to another world.   De Gaza a Ucrania Había nacido en ...