Twilight's Flash Fiction / Relatos cortos crepusculares

The gondola He was born in a gondola. The same gondola that witnessed the most important moments of his existence, the same gondola that continues to give him life every day. The gondola was made of wood worked in the workshops of master Rossi, his father's brother. It had been the most important thing for his family. And with that respect he treats it like the most precious treasure. Every morning, when he arrives at the Grand Canal, where it waits for him as his faithful lover, he caresses it and turns to it as if the elegant boat had a spirit that understands his words. He had dreamed of a future with his wife and son in Venice. But life is a succession of mirages. He had imagined the future with the thoughts of that present and when he arrived there, there was nothing about he had been imagined. It had all been a chimera, an exercise in stupidity. That is why, when he met the reality of the future that he had thought about, he was not accompanied by the characters th...

The lake He had been wise. He learned to discern the essential from the accessory. He refrained from exploiting his knowledge for his own benefit. He accumulated the best experiences. He had been very happy. But one day, something in his brain changed, and now he was facing the lake. The blue lake, which on winter nights, when the silence is the master of time, wakes up and calls the unwary to its depths. This was happening to him. To him, who had always known that the world pertained him. To him, whom princes and kings had revered. And now, only the depths of the lake were waiting for him. He stared for a long time at the nocturnal blue waters, and the waters returned his gaze. He let herself be wrapped in the cold deep inside waters, and finally rested. El lago Fue sabio. Aprendió a discernir lo esencial de lo accesorio. Renunció a explotar sus conocimientos en beneficio propio. Acumuló las mejores experiencias. Fue muy feliz. Pero un día, algo en su cerebro...

Sounds of imagination Painting your soul on the canvas of my soul with brushes of fire and ice. To open the pores of my soul to breathe in your fragrance, a subtle scent that heals the sores that time mercilessly inflicts. Captive heart of bile and honey, which flees, indolent, when I supplicate him. Sonidos de la imaginación Pintar tu alma en el lienzo de la mía con pinceles de fuego y hielo. Abrir los poros de mi alma para respirar tu fragancia, esencia sutil  que cura las llagas que el tiempo inflige sin piedad. Corazón cautivo de hiel y miel, que huye, indolente, de mis súplicas.

The waves and your hair Waves, undines and blue beings from the depths of the sea accompany me whenever I think of you. They surround me, kiss me and caress my body, reminding me of your touch. I do not want to leave this paradise, this beautiful madness, this endless longing for you. A universe that begins and ends in your arms—endless, magical, perfect. Soft steel swords pierce my feelings in search of you whenever you ignore me. The heavy remains of ancient shipwrecks, scattered along the shore, become my desires whenever your gaze retreats into yourself, fixed upon the ground. Your hair, made of waves and eternal ripples, gathers my sorrows, wraps them gently, and transforms them into love. Las olas y tu pelo Ondas, ondinas y seres azules de las profundidades marinas  me acompañan cuando pienso en ti. Me rodean, me besan, tocan mi cuerpo para recordarme tus caricias. No quiero abandonar este paraíso, esta locura, este desearte interminable. Un universo ...

Time Timing to see things upside down, to see them face up, to never have ever seen them, to begin them again. Time to have time, to undo the road, to break molds and break times. Tiempo Tiempo para ver las cosas al revés, para verlas boca arriba, para des verlas, para empezarlas de nuevo. Tiempo para tener tiempo, para desandar lo andado, para romper moldes y para romper tiempos.

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.