Twilight's Flash Fiction / Relatos cortos crepusculares

Fried peppers It was October 1954. "Fried peppers. An incomparable delicacy." I was saying Einstein to his colleague and friend Enrico Fermi in his office in Princeton. "One morning, when I was frying peppers in the frying pan, they gave me the idea. The skin of the peppers was easily detached from the meat. The photoelectric effect. The oil heats the surface of the peppers and the skin eventually separates from the meat. The oil is the photons, the atoms are the peppers and the skin is the electrons." "What would we do without fried peppers?" Pimientos fritos Era el mes de octubre de 1954. -Pimientos fritos. Un manjar incomparable. Le decía Einstein a su colega y amigo Enrico Fermi en su despacho en Princeton. -Una mañana, al freírlos en la sartén me dieron la idea. La piel de los pimientos de desprendía de la carne con facilidad. El efecto fotoeléctrico. El aceite calienta la superficie de los pimientos y la piel acaba ...

Randomness and miracle He was blind. He got up early that morning. He got dressed and went out into the street thinking of finding, as always, the light in his eyes. Something was telling him it was going to be a special day. When he was waiting for the traffic light sound signal to cross the zebra crossing, someone pushed him. A car hit him on the head and he fell to the ground.  When he woke up in the hospital he couldn't remember what had happened, but... he could see. It had truly been a special day, because an accident had brought back the light in his eyes. El azar y los milagros Era  ciego. Aquella mañana se levantó pronto. Se vistió y salió a la calle pensando en encontrar, como siempre, la luz de sus ojos. Algo le decía que iba a ser un día especial.  Cuando estaba esperando la señal sonora del semáforo para cruzar el paso de cebra, alguien le empujó. Un coche le golpeó en la cabeza y cayó al suelo. Cuando se despertó en el hospital no re...

Sweet Chronicles Every morning, my owner would take me with him to the bridge of sighs. I was feeling safe inside my comfortable case. It was a sunny day and my owner was contagious me with his happiness, even though his emaciated figure betrayed his precarious situation. When we arrived at the center of the bridge, he took me out of hiding and set about performing a fragment of Bach's C minor viola concert. He is a virtuoso. He had placed the case on the floor and, from time to time, someone put there a coin. I felt sorry for him. But nevertheless, when he is touching my strings, sometimes with the softness of a caress, sometimes with a singular energy, it transported us to a unique state of ecstasy. His soft fingers, moving at a dizzying speed along my mast, were the balm I needed every day to be happy. However, something special happened that day. As we withdrew and left the bridge, brought his lips to the case I was in, and said to me in an almost impercept...

Escaping from the outside When I slip through your eyes without you noticing it and take shelter in that blue, sweet and warm lake of your insides, I feel safe. I watch your efforts to find me. And you keep looking for me on the outside, when I'm actually inside you. Escapándome del exterior Cuando sin que te des cuenta me cuelo por tus ojos y me cobijo en ese lago azul, dulce y templado que son tus entrañas, me siento a salvo. Observo tus esfuerzos por encontrarme. Y tú continúas buscándome por fuera, cuando en realidad estoy dentro de ti.

The Violin A distant violin played his soul every morning. The crying of that violin was taking him to the rooms and places where the eternal dwells. But one day it stopped singing, and the bird of paradise that was coming to visit him said goodbye to him with a sad song. Since then, he is living only thinking of recovering those sounds that lent him life, sounds that was weaving with soft silk threads the robe that sheltered his soul. El violín Un violín lejano tocaba su alma cada mañana. El llanto de aquél violín le transportaba a las estancias y lugares en los que habita lo eterno. Pero un día dejó de sonar, y el ave del paraíso que venía a visitarlo se despidió de él con un triste canto. Desde entonces vive solo pensando en recuperar aquellos sonidos que le prestaban la vida, que tejían con suaves hilos de seda la túnica que abrigaba su alma.

The Other One Today I am keeping my promise to keep him in line. I don't really know when he was born and how it was possible for him to grow up this way. It's like a visitor who lives inside and kidnaps my thoughts and feelings. The other day I realized it existed. And it was very peculiar because I had always identified with him. But that day, I don't know how it happened, I saw him separated from me, in the distance, and I realized how he was acting, hurting me and hurting others. He chatters incessantly, judging others, opening chasms to separate me from others. And when he decides to act, moving from the world of thought to the world of words, he hurts my loved ones, those around me, by making hurtful comments. He's not gonna cheat on me anymore. El otro Hoy he cumplido mi promesa de tenerlo a raya. En realidad no sé cuándo nació y cómo ha sido posible que creciera de esta forma. Es como un visitante que vive dentro y secuestra mis pensam...

Osrevinu (Universo al revés) Es pleno día y las estrellas ocultan el sol. Su brillo rompe el azul y lo convierte en rojo brillante. Es la implosión del Universo y las estrellas se aproximan a nosotros a toda velocidad. Esrevinu (Universe from right to left) It's broad daylight and the stars hide the sun. Its brightness breaks the blue and makes it bright red. It is the implosion of the Universe and the stars are approaching us at full speed.