[Un Pastor cuidaba de sus ovejas que pastaban en el Valle, entonces descubrió un Zorro sentado en una colina muy atento al rebaño. El Pastor subió hasta donde se encontraba el Zorro y cuando Él se detuvo, el Zorro le preguntó “¿Puedo ser una de tus ovejas?”]
-El Zorro Extraviado-
I am in a tower where everything is concrete with columns and roofs without details; it is a place that spreads a real melancholy of a dream that began and was abandoned by the dreamer. This skeleton has the finest view of a horizon of fertile land to be cultivated. It is an emotion that … Continúa leyendo The Wounds That Take Us Away
I scream calling someone, but I don’t see who. “I am alone…” No one comes to the fox valley. I walk down the hill dappled with flowers, waves of wind shake them and release their fragrances. I’m immersed in a mist. Exhausted and crestfallen I glance up at the avenue. There is a tree with … Continúa leyendo Open Your Eyes And Look At Me Again
[Hey, I tried to call you! On Sunday we are going to Plaza Galerías, the whole class is gonna be there at 5pm. You must come hahaha… Hope to see you] I got her message on Facebook a day after dreaming about her. It’s been a while since I met with my high school classmates, … Continúa leyendo Feline Smile
“I fell into absolute darkness, in the depths where he lives…” Unconscious I collapse like a feather into the abyss; thin and luminous ribbons descend from the outside. They tie my body and smoothly pull me to the wavy surface. I cross the ocean line into the sky and enter a hole with windows shining … Continúa leyendo The Gift
My brothers swim in the sea while I am sitting on the sand accompanied by my dogs, my father drinks a beer and helps my mother prepare the ceviche. I go in the sea until I cross the waves blast away from my brothers and I dive into the depths. I rest lying in the … Continúa leyendo When Seagulls Fly
A desperate scream in the dark, I hear my voice came back. Why have you left me? Peace is extinguished and I only see war, I feel drained and I slowly consume myself. CARLOS REEVES ’05 Please leave your comments if you like to contribute to improve the translation of this story. I’ll be very … Continúa leyendo Echoes Of The Past
There is a lance-shaped tower on the moon, made of stone with symmetrical finishes connected at the tip of the arch. In the center is a rosette of violet and blue colors. The entrance is a cavity with engraved wooden gates guarded by two angels. Men, women, and children walk inside. I find myself on … Continúa leyendo Faeton
A voice calls me, I turned around and there she was. I know who she is, I never heard from her again until today, and now I see her standing there in the Cathedral’s choir just as I remember her. Smooth and dark hair, light skin with green eyes, short and with a feline smile. … Continúa leyendo Old Memories
The red cobblestone extends on the second floor around the courtyard, I walk down the hall and head to the library. It is unusual to find someone there and is ideal to spend time alone. I stroll through the bookshelves to the window, light a cigar and watch out onto the street, I can see … Continúa leyendo The Century Of Chimeras
I see the immense moon, beautiful and radiant. Without company and so similar. My sister, I talk to you and even ask for you advice. “Take the course of immortality,” she said, “learn the path of loneliness; let’s share this arid feeling, the bitter that I observe on earth. Let’s keep the warmth of our … Continúa leyendo My Moon
I feel restless, I stand up and go to the hall feeling that anxiety increase. Soon my heart beats fast and my breathing shakes. Now I run down the hallway that stretches into infinity and swirls in the dark. I reach a gate outlined by the light from beyond. The girl stands up, I hit on … Continúa leyendo The Fall Of The Spirit And The Return Of The Eagle
My mind and spirit are opposite to you, I’m blindfolded, and I wield a sword to cut every part of you and restore the balance. I only listen you call for an audience. I hear fragile ants with a miserable spirit, seduced by the queen they have crowned. A queen radiant with illusions and numbed by … Continúa leyendo A Dark And Miserable World
It is cold in the sewers; the walls are damp and I hear the drops bursting on the floor. I walk leaning against the wall until I reach a vault where all the tunnels come together as a maze. Going down the stairs I hear the echo of voices coming from the bottom of the … Continúa leyendo A Hero Dies Without Allies
On this narrow path the fire serpent descends towards the heart of the mountain. We advance in the gloom, torches reveal the smooth contours of our armor and on the march we illuminate the tunnel. The villagers asked for our help and a first group answered the call. Weeks went by without hearing from them, so … Continúa leyendo The Dwellers In The Caves
I have a grand obsession; I love her so much and it distresses me to be apart from her. Again, she crosses my path and I think of pulling away. I remember the day when I didn’t want to go with her, and I insisted inside myself. At first I hesitated, but I tried again. CARLOS … Continúa leyendo Romance Of An Idea
Without mercy or pity, goodbye tears. Hate, anger and revenge satisfy me. “Who can you trust?” I would answer. “Trust yourself.” We must triumph over treachery, get up and keep going. “Be the best of you.” Love fades and hatred prevails; follow your ideals and push yourself. Defeat the silent enemy that dwells in your … Continúa leyendo The Voice Of Darkness
I remember a quarry tower raised in front of me, tall with an ogival shape and dark reliefs. As a spear that breaks the midnight and with its peak separate the thick mist, the moon’s light penetrates through the cleft and draw the grooves on the facade. The gates open at a body’s distance, the … Continúa leyendo The King Of All The Beast
I close my eyes with the midnight cricket’s song, lulled with the branches swinging in the breeze. I saw through the window an emptiness in the sky where the stars have turned away from the moon. Hidden in the darkness, the crickets stop their song and listen to the voice that calls me. Something peeks … Continúa leyendo Demon’s Night
Ella inclina su cabeza observando el vacío, entonces arrastra la vista y observa el camino que le espera al final de las escaleras, y continúa subiendo sin expresar palabra alguna.
Una voz me llama, di la vuelta y allí estaba. Sabía quien era, la conocí en la adolescencia y por años estuve enamorado. Nunca tuve el valor y jamás volví a saber de ella hasta hoy, y ahora la veo ahí parada en el coro de Catedral igual como la recordaba. Cabello lacio y oscuro, tez clara de ojos verdes, bajita y sonrisa felina.
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