Twilight's Flash Fiction / Relatos cortos crepusculares

De buenos y malos (I) Y la noche se adueñó de la luz. Lucifer, sentado a la entrada de la gruta, esperaba ansioso la llegada de los asesinos. Nunca quiso desempeñar ese papel. Tampoco supo cómo llegó a fundirse con el personaje. Pero el caso es que allí estaba, cumpliendo escrupulosamente las órdenes del jefe. En algún momento de lucidez había pensado en renunciar, pero el mercado de trabajo estaba muy mal. Ensimismado en sus pensamientos, no se percató de la llegada de los condenados. Éstos, por otra parte tampoco hicieron mucho ruido. Eran miles, procedentes de las interminables guerras que se producían por doquier. Lucifer estaba convencido de la importancia de su misión. Pensaba en voz alta: -Si yo no existiera, la función de recibir y encarcelar a todos estos ¿quién la llevaría a cabo?, ¿quién los metería en el fuego para que no hicieran más daño? Los condenados, encadenados y cabizbajos, pasaban lentamente por delante de él. Al azar, le pidió a uno de ellos que le...

Little lights Every afternoon, when I came home from work, I saw in a window in the face of a girl who, through the glass, looked out at the street. Her lost and sad gaze awakened in me the instinct to protect her and to offer her affection. So was day after day. Until after a few months, the eve of the Wise Menkings arrived. That day it occurred to me to disguise myself as a magician king and take her some presents. The little girl opened the door with difficulty. "Ho ho ho. I'm King Melchior and I've come to bring you the toys you asked for. As you see, I come bearing this sack full of toys for many children, but to look for your gifts I need to know your name." "My name is Luna. But I didn't ask for any toys." "Are your parents not here?" "I don't have parents." From inside the house someone called the girl. "Luna, who is it?" Luna looked at me with his sad eyes and told me: "She's m...

Punishment and Forgiveness Punishment forgave forgiveness and they became friends again. Before, forgiveness had punished punishment to forgive all punishments enemies of all forgivenesses. Now punishment and forgiveness live together in the hearts of all human beings. Castigo y perdón El castigo perdonó al perdón y volvieron a ser amigos. Antes, el perdón había castigado al castigo a perdonar a todos los castigos enemigos de todos los perdones. Ahora el castigo y el perdón viven juntos en los corazones de todos los seres humanos.

Tomorrow It'll be tomorrow. I've decided that tomorrow I'm going to reveal my secret. A secret that only you can understand without judging me and that affects you directly. You're the only woman in my life. That's why, after several medical consultations and being certain of the diagnosis and its deadly consequences, I couldn't believe what the doctor confessed to me, which happens to be the same doctor who treated you a few years ago. That the deadly disease I'm suffering from has been passed on to me by you. Note: AIDS has caused more than 35 million deaths. Mañana Será mañana. He decidido que mañana voy a desvelar mi secreto. Un secreto que solo tú puedes comprender sin juzgarme y que te afecta directamente. Tú eres la única mujer de mi vida. Por eso, después de varias consultas médicas y de tener la certeza del diagnóstico y de sus mortales consecuencias, no podía creer lo que me confesó el doctor, que casualmente es el mismo que te...

Pensando en ti cada día, treinta años se han marchado. Treinta más se marcharán y no habré sido capaz de decirte cuánto más mi alma te adoraría.

Pensar que no pienso, sentir que no siento, soñar que no sueño, ansiar que no tengo. Porque si no tengo, ni sueño, ni siento, ni pienso, todo mi universo cabe en el bolsillo de tu arrobamiento.

Cry ... and suddenly she started to cry on my shoulder. I would have sold my soul for having her in my arms in another time, and now, suddenly, all my images had disappeared. There was nothing The dry damp of her tears only inspired me a deep sense of grief. Llorar … y súbitamente se puso a llorar en mi hombro. Con lo que yo hubiera dado por tenerla entre mis brazos en otra época y, ahora, de repente, todas mis imágenes habían desaparecido. No había nada. La húmeda sequedad de sus lágrimas no me inspiraban sino una profunda sensación de pena.

Sunday It's Sunday and I'm looking forward to Monday. The road is full of traps. First of all, my boss has scolded me. I'm late for work. And on Sundays, a lot of customers come to the office. I have an essential position. I'm in charge of scaring the customers.  I'm one of the dinosaurs working at Jurassic Park. Domingo Es domingo y estoy deseando de llegar al lunes. El camino está lleno de trampas. Para empezar, mi jefa me ha recibido con una bronca. He llegado tarde a trabajar. Y los domingos vienen muchos clientes a la oficina. Yo tengo un puesto imprescindible. Me dedico a asustar a los clientes. Soy uno de los dinosaurios que trabaja en Jurassic Park.

A Christmas Tale For Childs These were the last days of 1899. A girl was leaning against the wall, tired. The snow was covering his scarce clothes, and his little trembling hand stretched asking for an alms. A horse carriage stopped in front of her. The coachman hurried to open the door, and an old man, with some difficulty, descended from the carriage.   “Hello little girl.” “Sir...” “I am coming to get you.” “Why?” “It's Christmas Eve and I want you to come to dinner with my family.” A smile was drawn on the girl's face. The old man took her by the hand and helped her into the carriage. When they reached the palace, a maiden escorted her to a large room. After bathing her in hot water, she helped her put on a beautiful pink dress that was on a large bed. That Christmas Eve was very special. The next day, the girl told the old man: “I must go. Thank you very much for your kindness. You are a wonderful family.” And the old man answered her: “I have a s...

Nap Surprise me. Play with me before you take a nap. That nap that allows you to open a hole in the real world and reach the shore of the immeasurable. But first, let's play those games of ours that start at the edge of the bed, and continue on Pakistan's soft rug. And always, when you return from your nap trip, I look forward to the descriptions you make of the places you visit. The intensity of your gaze when, hypnotized, I dedicate all my attention to you, makes me lose the sense of what surrounds me. Finally, and after going through the endless corridors of your mind, your gods and your exotic places, I caress your face again and make an offering to the god of the gods for allowing me to have you. Siesta Sorpréndeme. Juega conmigo antes de dormir la siesta. Esa siesta que te permite abrir un agujero en el mundo real y alcanzar la orilla de lo inconmensurable. Pero antes, juguemos a esos juegos nuestros que comienzan en la orilla de la cama, y q...