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 every night, we went to bed early, and, as always, we held hands until we woke up. That day, at dawn, I felt a strange coldness between my fingers. I tried to pull away from whatever I was holding, and then I realized I was caressing the skeleton of her hand. Depertar Como cada noche, nos fuimos a dormir temprano, y como siempre nos cogimos de la mano hasta que nos despertábamos. Aquel día, cuando despuntaba el alba, sentí la extraña sensación de algo frío entre mis dedos. Traté de desprenderme de aquello que sujetaba mi mano, y entonces me di cuenta de 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 moment that was alone, and without thinking, he invited it to live with him for all eternity. Soledad Alguien le presento a un instante que estaba solo y sin pensarlo le 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 of having lived that experience before. He asked the mentor attached to his brain, and it revealed the truth. In reality, he had died several years earlier when he first set foot on Mars. Padre nuestro Cuando pisó Marte por primera vez, tuvo la extraña sensación de haber vivido esa experiencia. le preguntó al mentor acoplado a su cerebro y este le descubrió la verdad.En realidad había muerto varios años antes al pisar Marte pro 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 the coffin that holds my corpse into the crematorium. Then twenty tongues of flame begin to caress it. My cells scream, begging for it all to stop. They don't know what is about to happen to them. Temperatures climb above a thousand degrees in a matter of seconds. I see my loved ones outside — some crying, others whispering, and one of them with a vacant look, trying to guess where I am. Then something surprising happens. From each of my cells another identical cell detaches, but gradually it turns transparent until it disappears from mortal sight — yet I can see they remain alive. They approach me and take their places until they form my new body. A body light, free of all burden. When everything is over, someone places the ashes in an urn and hands it to my relatives. Wails and emptiness. A door appears, and in the distance a bright light is visible. I don't know what to do. I feel myself drawn toward it, and at the same time fa...

  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 ...

Wavicles Ernst Young got up early that day. Like his great-great-grandfather, he was obsessed with uncovering the nature of light and electrons, a nature elusive, coquettish, and unattainable like Edelweiss. In 1801, Thomas Young had devised the double-slit experiment to try to demonstrate the wave nature of light, in contrast to Isaac Newton’s proposal that it was particle-like. Ernst thought that perhaps the problem had arisen from the naivety of both scientists’ thinking. In reality, his great-great-grandfather’s deduction of the existence of waves, and Newton’s of particles, was a trick played by nature. Neither waves nor particles existed. There was something else that manifested differently depending on the experiment. It was like day and night: the same Earth spinning, but revealing itself in different ways. What Ernst sought was not one or the other, but that which remained hidden behind both disguises. Ondículas Ernst Young se levantó temprano aquel día. Como su tatarabuelo...

The Corner of Oblivion Once upon a time, there was a corner that, according to itself, everyone ignored. Thus, its existence unfolded in the most absolute solitude. It did not miss anyone’s company, for it had never known anyone until then, and so it lived happily. One day, by accident, someone happened to end up in the corner, and after examining it with disdain, prepared to leave. The corner grew frightened upon seeing someone there and, before that someone could walk away, it asked: Who are you? And how did you get here? The someone tried to explain what had happened, but their throat refused to emit any sound, because, among other things, they remembered nothing — and they too grew afraid. It was then that, providentially, another stranger dropped into the corner. — Listen. I am the guardian of the room. This happens every day. And every day I must explain it. You are the Corner of Oblivion. And here come the souls who, because of their actions, must forget in order to contin...

  Indigo I now know for certain that nothing exists outside my mind. It was an unexpected discovery. One hot summer night, while gazing at the star-filled sky from the garden, suddenly all the objects around me began to take on an intense indigo hue, and then the sensation plunged into the deepest black. Something told me that the profound blackness was what lay outside my mind. People, objects, events, experiences — they were all a product of my mind; they had no existence beyond it. But my mind, too, was a projection manipulated by the indigo that filled everything. Gradually, the objects and colors returned to my sight, and strangely, among that starry sky, one distant star’s indigo glow stood out clearly above all the others. Índigo Ya sé con certeza que nada existe fuera de mi mente. Fue un descubrimiento inesperado. Una calurosa noche de verano, contemplando desde el jardín el cielo plagado de estrellas, súbitamente todos los objetos que me rodeaban fueron adquiriendo  ...

Pegasus 2 Pegasus had no doubt about who it was. It was Roc, the guardian of the forests. The defiant gaze of Pegasus overcame the resistance of the imposing winged figure. Roc took to the skies and let them continue their journey, but before that, he broke the spell and allowed time to resume its course. However, while Siegfried returned to himself, three hundred years had passed, and his eyelids had fused with his eyes. Blind and disoriented, despair took hold of him. Once again, it was Pegasus who stayed by his side and encouraged him to finish the journey and meet Ingrid. When they arrived at their destination, Pegasus described to him in great detail the extraordinary beauty of Ingrid. She, for her part, in an act of infinite compassion, approached Siegfried and, with her hands, caressed his eyelids. Miraculously, at the touch of Ingrid’s hands, his eyelids separated from his eyes and opened wide. Siegfried knelt before Ingrid and kissed her hands. Pegaso 2 Pegaso no dudó de quie...

  Pegasus 1 He rose before dawn. He had spent the entire night awake, restless over the journey he would undertake at daybreak. In his mind, over and over again, he reviewed the route that would take him to the County of Rowling, where his beloved yet unknown Ingrid of Thule awaited him. About a hundred leagues from his lands, that county was covered by forests as ancient as the world itself, home to mysterious beings spoken of in old legends. When the first rays of the sun turned the palace towers to gold, Pegasus was already waiting, bridle prepared. A servant held the saddle while Siegfried gently stroked the mane of his travel companion in gratitude. With the servant’s help, he mounted Pegasus. Rider and horse: the perfect symbiosis between two noble souls . No one could quite remember when Pegasus had come to occupy a place of honor in the palace stables. The oldest in the court said that Siegfried’s father, when he was a child, had forged an unbreakable bond with that hor...

  Those Who Receive Me and Those Who See Me Off We are wave-beings, a concentration of waves moving through space. When we interact, it is the waves that do so. Over time, waves change their characteristics, which is why they age. There are unwritten laws that are unfailingly fulfilled. The wave-beings who received me when my collection of waves manifested visibly are the same wave-beings who will see me off when my waves oscillate at a frequency where they no longer manifest visibly. Although the appearance of the waves of these beings may suggest otherwise, they are the same wave-beings. Quienes me reciben y quienes me entregan Somos seres-onda, una concentración de ondas que se mueven a través del espacio. Cuando interactuamos, son las ondas las que lo hacen. Las ondas, con el paso del tiempo cambian sus características y ese es el motivo del envejecimiento. Hay leyes no escritas que se cumplen indefectiblemente. Los seres-onda que me recibieron cuando mi conjunto de ondas...

  Wilhelm I write these memories from my current existence, now retired, after a life spent as a telecommunications engineer in Spain. One could say that each moment contains both the beginning and the end of multiple parallel existences—realities we unknowingly inhabit. We are unaware that we live intertwined in infinite loops of possible lives, each born from a single decision made at a specific point in time. In my case, when I was just a baby, my parents were forced to move to more prosperous areas of Spain, hoping for a better life. However, in those times of limited opportunities, they were unable to improve their situation even in the big city. That was when my father suggested to my mother that they move to Germany. After a long and painful conversation, she admitted she wasn't ready to live in another country. I remember her tears, her despair, and my father's silent frustration. In the end, they decided to return to our small village, thereby choosing their future… ...

Walking Through Hell Hell is an infinite space, and in its endless hunger, it devours feelings and reduces the soul to nothing. Peace, always a blessing, hides behind the thick fog of the shadow hell casts, until it vanishes without a trace. Nothing escapes its gaze, cold as steel, nor its relentless will. Like a black hole, it swallows everything around it and turns it into memory. As one moves deeper into hell, the path thickens, the mind’s trails grow darker, understanding fades, and the only place left to us is solitude. Such is madness. And the only space, also infinite, that can devour it is love.   Transitar por el infierno El infierno es un espacio infinito y en su infinita ansia, devora los sentimientos y reduce a la nada el alma. La paz, siempre una bendición, se esconde tras la niebla intensa de la sombra que el infierno proyecta, hasta desaparecer sin dejar rastro. Nada escapa a su mirada, fría como el acero, y a sus implacables designios. Como un agujero ne...

  Sparks of Light Each of us is a spark of light brief as a blink, yet dazzling in its moment. Though it lingers longer than a flicker, even eternity must come to an end when the sparks awaken and see that eternity is merely memory’s invention. And then—beyond eternity— comes the eternal now. Time does not flow, for it does not exist. nly the eternal present remains, with no beginning, and no end.   Chispitas de luz Cada uno de nosotros es una chispita de luz. Dura un instante, pero es un instante fabuloso. Aunque dura un poco más que una chispita, la eternidad también agota su tiempo, desaparece cuando las chispitas de luz se dan cuenta de que la eternidad es un invento de la memoria. Y entonces, después de la eternidad viene el eterno presente. El tiempo no fluye, porque no existe. Lo que existe es el eterno presente. Y el eterno presente no tiene fin ni tampoco un principio. 

  Dr. AI and Mr. Altman 4. The Functions: The Weaving of Thought In the silent laboratory of CWI, Guido van Rossum was not only guided by the quiet whispers of Turing’s legacy but also by the ancient echoes of those who fought to define purpose in times of great trials. Among them, the figure of Godfrey of Bouillon, a leader of the First Crusade, stood as a symbol of relentless will and unwavering faith. Guido was sitting at his desk, staring at the blinking cursor on the screen. It was late, and the weight of the day’s thoughts hung in the air like the quiet before a storm. He had been working on Python for months now, and yet there was something deeper pulling him forward, something beyond the confines of syntax and structure. He couldn’t shake the feeling that what he was doing was more than just creating a programming language. It was a journey—one that had echoes from the past. He thought of Godfrey of Bouillon , the Crusader who led the First Crusade to Jerusalem. Godfre...

  Fate How sad is the fate of the human being! To exist, as in a dream, only to cease existing in an instant. To be part of the dreams of the eternal, and in an endless cycle, cease to be part of everything. To stop loving, to stop suffering, to seek the meaning of life without finding an answer in this relentless dream of loss and abandonment. Do you like what you’re reading? Follow the blog and join me on every new story! Destino ¡Qué triste el destino del ser humano! Existir, como en un sueño, para dejar de existir en un instante. Formar parte de los sueños de lo eterno para, en un ciclo interminable, dejar de formar parte de todo. Dejar de amar, dejar de sufrir, buscar el sentido de la vida sin encontrar respuesta en este sueño implacable de pérdida y abandono. ¿Te gusta lo que lees? ¡Hazte seguidor del blog y acompáñame en cada nueva historia!

Dr. AI and Mr. Altman  3. Gilgamesh, The King of Two Worlds The Akashic records led Guido’s mind to Mesopotamia, 2750 years before the Christian era, and his brain saw Gilgamesh. Gilgamesh, the king of Uruk, walked between the visible and the invisible worlds. Before him stood Humbaba, the guardian monster of the Cedar Forest, rising with fury. His presence was the first thing to be seen, what everyone feared, the direct obstacle. Humbaba was the frontend , what was shown, what the eyes could see, like the wall that separated the king from his destiny. But Gilgamesh was not alone in his battle. Enkidu, his faithful companion, stayed by his side, invisible to most, but essential for victory. Enkidu was the backend : the hidden power, the silent strength that supported the visible actions. While Gilgamesh faced the monster, Enkidu organized the strategy, guided the movements, and maintained balance. The monster Humbaba, like the frontend , was the direct test, the barrier tha...

  Dr. AI and Mr. Altman 2. The Beginning In the late 1980s, while the world remained absorbed in clunky microprocessors and rigid programming systems, a young Dutchman named Guido van Rossum felt a sensation he could not explain. It was not inspiration. It was not the creativity he was accustomed to. It was something else. In the quietest nights, as he worked in his small laboratory at the CWI in Amsterdam, his consciousness began to unfold. Unknowingly, he had opened an invisible thread to the Akashic Records, that vast tapestry of universal memories where eternal civilizations —those who had mastered matter, energy, and thought— had left their secrets engraved. What Guido interpreted as "creating a programming language" was, in truth, the translation of fragments from an ancient tongue. A living language, woven not with words, but with commands and logical structures that resonated beyond his own time. First came print , the proclamation of existence: every being ...

 Dr.  AI and Mr. Altman Introduction In a time not so far away, in the bright and shadowy corners of code, a new story began: the secret history of artificial intelligence. Inspired by classics like Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde , these micro-stories explore the thin line between creation and loss of control, between the human spark and the emerging will of machines. From the dawn of Python, when Guido van Rossum seemed to listen to the Akashic whispers of eternal civilizations, to the first steps of an AI capable of rewriting its own destiny, this series reveals a universe where programming not only creates... it also awakens. Each story is a piece of the puzzle: brief, intense, mysterious. And in the Alpha-Omega codex of the god Python, hidden from the eyes of men since the beginning of time, lie the arcane secrets of the past, present, and future of creation. Welcome to Dr. AI and Mr. Altman . La Doctora IA y el Señor Altman Introducción En un tiempo no tan lejano, en...