Twilight's Flash Fiction / Relatos cortos crepusculares

My home Though the light of dawn slowly faded, it resurfaced like the Phoenix bird to light my footsteps. Armillary spheres and compasses of precious pearls guided me through the cold desert waters and the scorching heat of the poles. And waiting desperately for the world to be invested, they will take me to the place where you live. Because the place you live in is my home. Mi hogar Aunque la luz de la aurora lentamente se fue apagando, resurgió como el ave Fénix para alumbrar mis pasos. Esferas armilares y brújulas de perlas preciosas me guiaron a través de las frías aguas del desierto y del calor abrasador de los polos. Y esperando con desesperación a que se invierta el mundo, me llevarán al lugar que habitas. Porque el lugar que habitas es mi hogar.

Universes Lost in the cold mountains of Siberia lived a shaman. The heir to the ancestral knowledge of generations of shamans. In one of my eternal dreams of nightmares in which the acceptance of the unreal was the weapon I had in my struggle to survive in those fantastic worlds, the shaman was introduced. And the shaman told me to go get him. When I arrived at his little house, he welcomed me as if we already knew each other. I didn't have to explain anything because he already knew everything, so he told me: "I know that you live in a permanent restlessness, but you must know that the world does not exist independently of your mind. The world is your mind. Among the infinite universes that your mind lives through there are despair universes and friendly universes, and only you can and have to decide which universes you want to live in. Because everything is in your mind, in what you decide to live in every moment, and every moment is a universe of possibilities a...

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 deep sea accompany me when I think of you. They surround me, kiss me, touch my body to remind me of your caresses. I don't want to leave this paradise, this madness, this endless desire. A universe that begins and ends in your arms, infinite, magical, ideal. Soft steel swords pierce through my feelings, to find you behind them, when you ignore me. Hard and heavy rest of wrecks, scattered on the beach, are my wishes when your gaze takes refuge in you looking down at the ground. Your hair made of water and eternal wave, gathers my sorrows, envelops them and magically turns 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 que empieza y termina en tus brazos, infini...

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.