Twilight's Flash Fiction / Relatos cortos crepusculares

 Mother She is heaven and earth, the beginning and the end, the rain, the sun, and joy. She is every good thought, the truth, and life itself. She is the blue of the sky and the gentle mornings of childhood. She is the endless sea and the infinite stars that shine in every moment. She is everything. Mi madre Ella es el cielo y la tierra, el principio y el fin, la lluvia, el sol y la alegría.  Ella es todo pensamiento bueno, la verdad y la vida.  Es el azul del cielo y las mañanas dulces de la niñez.  Es el mar infinito y las infinitas estrellas de cada instante.  Es todo.

 Vibrations Two old friends, one of them an inhabitant of a hydrogen atom in a water molecule, and the other a being from the Andromeda galaxy, met at the midpoint of the universe to chat about the future. One of them commented: the only difference between a galaxy and an atom is size. For example, we are very similar. For eons we have met for taking beers and our points of view are very similar. The other added: it has always been like this. I remember that even before the universe was created, everything was a question of vibrations. In the case of humans, the waves materialize in bodies of flesh and blood. Souls peer into the world through the bodies that occupy the interstices of nothingness. And they think that light has the secret of relativity. However they do not know that the center of the universe is each one of them and that is why they cannot find the center. Vibraciones Dos viejos amigos, uno de ellos habitante de un átomo de hidrógeno de una molécula de agua, y el otr...

Large Hadron Collider The large particle collider has exploded, dividing the Earth globe into two equal halves, rotating between them and leaving to see the bowels of the Earth . We called the emergency room of hospital for someone to come home to save our lives. A woman's voice answered the call. Her voice cracked as she answered. They needed more help than us. The ambulances had left and the hospital lights had decided to abandon every room of every hospital. My interlocutor burst into tears and I told her that we would go help them. That we would bring a large package of electricity that we had in the pantry and that we would leave our car with them. The woman wouldn't stop crying and, after crying for a while, I also hung up the phone. El gran colisionador de hadrones El gran colisionado de partículas ha estallado, dividiendo el globo terráqueo en dos mitades iguales, girando entre ellas y dejando al descubierto las entrañas de la Tierra. Llamamos a urgencias para que algui...

  Silk Her soul is silk. She wraps you in her sweetness and, without even knowing it, breaks the silence of loneliness. Such is the death of every day, giving way to a thousand dawns. Heartbreak. Dreams. Tiny diabolical thoughts. Great plans. Sorrows that fit inside a thimble. Joys as vast as the oceans. And, at the end of the day... a taste of life's eternal light, which wraps you once more in her silken soul, until the following day.   Seda Su alma es seda. Te envuelve en su dulzura y, sin saberlo, rompe el silencio de la soledad. Así muere cada día, para dar paso a mil amaneceres al día siguiente. Desamores. Sueños. Pequeños pensamientos diabólicos. Grandes planes. Penas que caben en un dedal. Alegrías inmensas como los océanos. Y, al final del día... un sabor a la eterna luz de la vida, que vuelve a envolverte en su alma de seda, hasta el siguiente día.

   Forgetfulness He was sentenced to life imprisonment and never knew how he got to that narrow cell. With no electric light, a small window near the ceiling let him know if it was day or night. To combat forgetfulness, he counted the days by making a small mark in his prayer book with each sunset. He had always hoped that he could escape, and his mind was on how to do it through that window. After many days and endless attempts, he managed to get to it and tried to break the glass. That was when he realized that it wasn't a window. It was a screen that simulated the passage of days. Surprised by that discovery, he repeatedly hit the screen hard, until it broke into a thousand pieces. Unexpectedly, a huge force pushed his body outwards and a sharp pain in his shoulders made him scream. The scream did not reach his ears because the air had disappeared. He was trapped in the gap of what was supposed to be a window. Then, after seeing the intense black of space, he knew that he...

 The Greenhouse When I was a child, I used to play in the greenhouse. I used to imagine that behind those huge callas, tiny beings lived, some hairy, others beardless, accompanied by fairies and nymphs. Nearby lived orchids of a deep pink color, which contrasted with the lush green of the stems of slender red roses. So, thinking of those little beings and how to make their lives easier, I dedicated myself to building them some small wooden houses in which I had everything necessary to make them feel comfortable. One cold morning I sneaked into the greenhouse. The raindrops slid down the glass roof and their melodious presence called nature to pray. Suddenly, from inside one of the little houses, there slipped a sound that I interpreted as a nervous but friendly greeting. H e was a delightful little creature.   He was called Shzum. He confessed to me that he was the spirit of Mozart. And with the rest of his companions, also spirits of musicians, they were performing eternal co...

  The Wood Carving On a trip to learn about life in Tanzania, an aboriginal man approached me suspiciously and showed me a wood carving. His pleading eyes asked me to give him something for that piece of art. A warrior was preparing his spear to hunt a lion. It was a crude wood carving, naïve, but there was something inexplicable about it that made one look at it unhurriedly. That same night when I went to the tent to sleep, I took the carving with me and placed it next to the pillow. As I gazed at it, I fell asleep. I had a horrible nightmare in which a lion was attacking me and luckily, a warrior similar to the one in the wood carving came out of the thicket and faced the lion, saving my life. The following morning I woke with a sharp pain in my side. He had a deep wound that appeared to have been caused by a lion's claw. I looked at the wood carving and the warrior lay bloodied and badly wounded, while the lion was preparing to end his life. La talla  En un viaje para ...

The Postman When he was a child, he always looked forward to the arrival of the postman. Once a week, someone sent him a drawing with an affectionate dedication. Years passed, and the drawings gradually became true works of art, while the dedications became poems filled with feeling. Letters carry feelings. Perhaps that was why he became a postman. He devoted his life to bringing hope to every home. One day, he knocked on a door to deliver a letter, and a little girl opened it. She greeted him with a broad smile. “Do you know who I am?” The postman was surprised and shook his head. “I am the person who sends you a drawing and a dedication every week.” “But you are only a little girl, and I have been receiving those letters for more than thirty years.” The girl smiled. “I am feeling itself, and your eyes see me through the gaze of innocence. You see me as I was when I first began sending you those letters. And for feeling and innocence, time does not exist.” El cartero Cuando era niño, ...

  Sinbad's Diary Day X-2098 of the lunar calendar. Prospecting operations on the lunar soil were following a strict control program. In the silence of empty space, the huge hundred-meter-diameter drills, activated by remote control, had begun their work scratching the surface of the Earth's satellite. Unexpectedly, the four heads, which had only penetrated a few hundred meters, were failing to advance. An impenetrable surface was refusing to allow those great blades to continue piercing the ground. Telemetry from Earth was indicating that it was a metallic structure of amaranth color, which extended over a wide surface. Activities were paralyzed for several days, and Sinbad, who was responsible for monitoring operations from the space center in French Guiana, was worriyng about the delay in the project. Surprisingly, alarm signals went off at the space center as the drilling machines had begun to function without any intervention from control personnel. The following message ...

 Your Secret I'm living with your secret. It is a constant thought. It fills me with despair. It destroys me. It turns my soul inside out. I know that you are unaware that I know your secret, and you look at me with that imploring blue gaze, as though trying to create an impenetrable veil between your eyes and your secret. But sometimes I have the feeling that you do know. Because you lower your gaze, and when I look into your eyes again, I can see unshed tears and an infinite sadness in your expression. Tu secreto Estoy viviendo con tu secreto. Es un pensamiento constante. Me desespera. Me destruye. Me vuelve el alma del revés. Sé que ignoras que conozco tu secreto, y me miras con esa mirada azul, implorante, para crear un velo impenetrable entre tu mirada y tu secreto. Pero, a veces, tengo la impresión de que sí lo sabes. Porque bajas la mirada y, cuando vuelvo a buscar tus ojos, adivino lágrimas contenidas y una tristeza infinita en tu expresión.