Twilight's Flash Fiction / Relatos cortos crepusculares

Farewell The primates were concentrated in an open place in the jungle. The agitation of the group was evident. One of its male members frequented the company of a female member of another group of primates hostile to the first group. It was very strange, because without knowing how, the two primates, male and female, had something that allowed them to establish a relationship between them that was different from the one they had with the rest. And the other primates were upset with them. Without knowing how it had happened, their problem-solving and about communication skills were much more sophisticated than the others had, and this made them different. In the end, they both decided to leave their groups and leave together. It was the beginning of the end. The beginning of the human race and the end of slavery as a race at the mercy of nature. Despedida Los primates se concentraron en un lugar abierto de la selva. La agitación del grupo era evidente. Uno de...

Stephen Hawking ... and all the black holes of all Universes, and the smallest quantum particles, gathered around Hawking to welcome him. Stephen Hawking ... y todos los agujeros negros de todos los universos, y las más ínfimas partículas cuánticas, se reunieron en torno a Hawking para darle la bienvenida.

Where have you gone? Where have you gone? You know every human being is made up of everyone. Without the others we don't exist. You're gone, and some part of us have left, and it will can never come back. Part of us has died with you. ¿Dónde te has ido? ¿Dónde te has ido? Sabes que todos estamos hechos de todos. Sin los demás no existimos. Te has ido, y parte de todos nosotros se ha ido para no volver. Parte de nosotros ha muerto contigo.

If you knew If you knew how much I miss you, even if only out of compassion, even though you've gone forever, you would come to me. If you knew the eternity of not being able to see you, living in nothing. The black deeper than the empty space of light itself, populates my days and nights. I'm the night, until you come back with me. Si supieras Si supieras cuánto te echo de menos, aunque solo fuera por compasión, aunque ya te has ido para siempre, vendrías a mí. Si conocieras la eternidad que supone no poder verte, vivir la nada. El negro más profundo que el propio espacio vacío de luz, puebla mis días y mis noches. Yo soy la noche, hasta que regreses a mí.

Instants That night the stars was having a special shine. He also felt that his soul lived a perfect communion with the Universe. In some way, time and space, with memories and hopes, past and future,  acquired a meaning, and his soul, in gratitude for so much beauty and goodness, felt that everything was in place and that every action, every thought, every feeling, existed because they contributed to the existence of this magical and endless Universe. Instantes Aquella noche las estrellas tenían un brillo especial. También él sentía que su alma vivía una comunión perfecta con el Universo. De alguna manera, el tiempo y el espacio, con los recuerdos y las esperanzas, pasado y futuro, adquirían un sentido, y su alma, en agradecimiento a tanta belleza y bondad, sentía que todo estaba en su sitio y que cada acción, cada pensamiento, cada sentimiento, existían porque así contribuían a la existencia de este Universo mágico y sin fin.

Reasons Reasons to live. Reasons to die. Reasons to justify the live while dieing. The unreasonableness of reason is sometimes perched in the intricacies of the brain and breaks the tenuous line of the real, making the unreal manifest in all its splendor. It is the whim of the useless that breaks the emptiness of the useful. It is the feeling what drives the useful and the useless.The bitter sweetness of the human being who lives in worlds always imagined. A defiant melancholy populates the deserts of memory, harvesting the hopes of re-living what has been lived. And time, knowing its own tyranny, does not allow his castaways to have reasons to live. Razones Razones para vivir. Razones para morir. Razones para justificar el vivir en el morir. La sinrazón de la razón se encarama a veces en los entresijos del cerebro y rompe la suave línea de lo real, haciendo que lo irreal se manifieste en todo su esplendor. Es el capricho de lo inútil lo que rom...

Crying The dome shone brighter than ever. The Emir had the sensation of being in a unique space, a space that invited him to pray, to ask for the prisoners that the crusaders was retaining, for more than a year, in one of the dungeons of the Antioch prison. To subdue the city, the emir's troops had placed the camp around Antioch. The plan to reach the prisoners and free them was to dig a tunnel from the camp. A few months after starting work, when they were a few meters away from the dungeon, they stumbled across a huge block of wood. Abenamar had the ability to communicate with insects. In his palace, he had arranged rooms that he had prepared to harbor many kinds of these invertebrate animals, including termites. The Emir asked him for help. Abenamar replied that the prisoners would be released at dawn of the third day. Termites had done their daily work, but far from resting they continued to open the tunnel through the immense underground construction. It was an ...

Nothing I expect nothing, I have nothing. Just your smile is all my faith. Nada Nada espero, Nada tengo. Solo tu sonrisa es todo mi anhelo. ничего Я ничего не жду, У меня ничего нет. Только ваша улыбка он наполняет все. 沒什麼 我不期望任何事情， 我什麼也沒有。 只是你的微笑 填滿一切

Lighting We were returning from a mission in the North Sea. The submarine reached the surface and I headed for the outer hatch. We had been under extraordinary pressure, due to the state of alarm caused by the discovery of an underwater platform the size of a square kilometre, on whose surface drawings and unknown signs were displayed. When I managed to open the hatch, a blinding light drew me back. It was a very strange happening, considering I had my eyes closed. It wasn't my eyes that were getting that light. Gradually, its intensity was replaced by a bluish halo that slowly changed tone and took the shape of a silhouette. A silhouette of a woman who moved her lips trying to tell me something. I don't even remember if I actually could opened the hatch. Fiction is nothing more than the sum of many realities. And the reality is that we were glued to that damn platform, and that we were going to die. It wouldn't let us escape. And the female figure was the spokes...

Sea Sea, sky and waves. An empty boat in the sun. A castaway I am. Waves, sky and sea. It's all in the past, And everything is to come. Elusive feeling. Because nothing remains forever and ever, the eternal,   contained in an instant is. Mar Mar, cielo y olas. Una barca vacía al sol. Náufrago soy. Olas, cielo y mar. Todo es pasado, Y todo por pasar. Inasible sentimiento. Porque nada permanece eternamente, lo eterno,   contenido en un instante está.