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The dance of silence

Marianna always wanted to be a ballerina. From her earliest childhood, she was fascinated by the tulle dresses, the satin slippers with ribbons, and the graceful movements of the slender figures that flew across the stages like butterflies, almost without touching the...

Waiting for Elisa

Martin was madly in love with Elisa. She was beautiful, friendly, and happy; she had many friends. He loved her smile and how she made him laugh at the most ordinary things in life. It made him feel free from his fears and shyness that locked him in his world of dark...

Destiny

Okay, not everyone has the same destiny. But why should it have been my turn to have seen the light in a dirty warehouse in District 4 of Saigon? Couldn't it have been in the middle of Montmarte, Paris, or Fifth Avenue in New York? Or in one of those Dutch towns where...

Killer king

I have stretched, taking my time, after a good sleep.  I always rest better after a kill. And today, I performed a state-of-the-art assassination in the cellar. I didn't know my victim.  He happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. Poor guy. Never...

What you don’t see

Thomas rushed as every day to be in time at his office. But it was useless. As much as he ran, he knew Theresa will win and reproach him for his lack of punctuality. She was missus perfection. The guys thought that she must arrive before the doorman. She was always...

On the border

Anja was cleaning her kitchen when she heard people yelling and noises of motors near her door, ruining her solitary and peaceful life. Everybody out! Commanded a deep voice loudly. She quickly removed a mat and opened a hatch in the floor. She climbed down a wooden...

The cellar

Carla was worried because Gordon and his kids had not arrived at the shelter as it was arranged. She went to the apartment from he was evicted and found the workers already demolishing the building. No trace of Gordon, his truck or brother Francis, the old Franciscan...

Finally, walking away

-It's 5 pm; I have time to go to Ocean Beach to take a walk before dinner, thought Lisa, closing her laptop with a relieved sigh. Tired but satisfied with her work for the day, she changed her clothes and rode her bike to the near shore. It was warm and sunny, and the...

Impossible Mission

Jonas was exhausted. He hadn't slept all night or for the past three nights. Last Monday, an intense day of bombings destroyed his shelter... and his nerves. No roof over his head, no food, and no electricity meant no way to communicate with his family and coworkers...

Mystery

-How do I look? Lorna asked, leaning on the counter, letting her perfectly coiffed blonde hair fall down and holding a long black smoking cigarette holder in her right hand that composed an attractive and sensual image of herself. -Beautiful, answered Mark, looking up...

The wound

Angie looked sadly at the girl at the other side of her mirror. It was a matter of time. Seconds? Minutes? Thump, thump, thump... The pounding on her door was getting louder and menacing. She was motionless out of fear and shame. -Open the door! That morning, when she...

The target

“They told us it was a strategic military target. The drone did its job bombing the buildings of the explosives factory with surgical precision. We are now going to eliminate any possible resistance, taking prisoners if they are survivors”, explained the commandant to...

Truth and lies (*)

-Why are you here, Igor? -I don't know. I saw many people together looking at the same spot and joined the group to find out what was so interesting, Alex. -And did you? -No. the crowd doesn't let me see or hear anything distinctively. -Have you asked around? -Yes,...

Philosophy: be safe

Where are you? Don’t you get that I can´t even breath without you? I feel soguilty in a comfortable, quiet classroom, listening to a teacher talk aboutsomething I don’t care about! What is the teacher talking about? Something about philosophy. At least, that is what I...

The cave

Finally, the sun has risen. I can see now where I am. A cave at the shore of the Ocean. The orange light enters through the opening in the rocks as well as the waves. The concavity inside amplifies the sound of the water crashing against the stones in thousands of...

Light fixtures

In her photography challenge, (CFFC) Cee asks us this week to post pictures of any kind of light fixtures. I have been recently to the Sacred Family of Barcelona, which is a prodigy of light in Architecture. I also have pictures of Christmas decorations in my city....

My sparrow

My sparrow is quite common: Bouncy, happy and elusive. Plays hide and seek among the branches braiding the four corners of my square. Calls me with the singing of a childish laugh, and it disappears leaving me alone, searching for its improbable shadow. I want to be...

CFFC: Stones and branches

In her Photo challenge, Cee asks us to show photos of stones and sticks (they may be branches). This is what I have for this week: Stones in the riverside. Here, if you observe, you can see the reflection of a tree and its branches on the water over the pebbles....

Harvest

Cee is asking us for this week Cee's fun Foto Challenge to post pictures about the theme "harvest-earth". My contribution will not be too creative because it's basically based on images of the bare fields after the passage of the combines taken in the Pamplona valley....

Icy tears

I went to the enchanted forest dancing and wandering without worries. I fell asleep in a soft bed of spruce needles while the evening was still warm, and woke up in the middle of the freezing night with my back aching and my eyes shut with icy tears. The green dome...

The rumor of the waves

What has the roar of the sea on a deserted beach that suspends time, wash away the sorrows and lulls the soul? *** Under its spell, the mind seems to breathe following the rhythm of the deep lungs of that imposing greatness that comes and goes without resting. *** No...

Art Everywhere

This year I decided to spend my vacation in Graz, Austria. I wanted to visit this beautiful city, go to Vienna, get to know their great monuments, attend some concerts, hike around and see nature wonders.  But one can make precise plans, and life goes on with its...

The crooked fir

Some strong blow should have given you this hard life to rob you your vertical figure. While your brothers' cups point proud directly to the midday sun, Yours leans crooked and humble towards the golden sunset. Whatever was the reason of your past fall, It did not...

To my Mom

Every nightI dream that I can't reach youwhen you start the tripthat has set us apart.In my sore throatremain the questionsthat I never ask youand the beat of your lullabies.My first words were yoursand your last words were mineIn between, a universeof amazing...

The tree in love

How often I have passed by your side rushing to be in time for my chained routine. You were one of many more In the landscape solidified of my madness imprisoned in a race without sense against myself. But one morning of sorrows that weighed down my forays, I looked...

Since I lost you

Every time your eyeslook at me without knowing me,my soul crackslike a dry trunk. But I have to be a green branchto hold your trembling armand take you with a firm stepto this house of ours that you no longer see as yours. The years we spent togetherare lost in the...

insomnia

There's no hopefor my longing for oblivion.the night stagnatesin dark moans,and I can't escapeto his endless lament Hours are centuriesof blind yearning.The stopped clocklaughs at my defeatand I relapse into disbeliefat its paralytic digits. Squeaking by silence,the...

My love in winter

Not every nightare equally darknor do they have dead lifeleaning on their windowsills not all sunriseswake up brightnor do they explode in colorsof exciting hope. the wet floor after the rainis diluting the tearsof deep sorrowslike huge chasms the icy windgets tangled...

My little Christmas

I have put the nativity scene on the fireplacewithout forgetting the mutilated sheepthat are standing thanks to the mossin which they sink their remaining legs. The memories and emotions pile uplike the boys running the bullsin a morning of adrenaline and suspenseAt...

Strange Autumn

Strange autumn is a little poem inspired in the climatic change and how the nature and people is reacting to it .

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Killer king

Killer king

I have stretched, taking my time, after a good sleep.  I always rest better after a kill. And today, I performed a state-of-the-art assassination in the cellar. I didn't know my victim.  He happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. Poor guy. Never...

read more
The rumor of the waves

The rumor of the waves

What has the roar of the sea on a deserted beach that suspends time, wash away the sorrows and lulls the soul? *** Under its spell, the mind seems to breathe following the rhythm of the deep lungs of that imposing greatness that comes and goes without resting. *** No...

read more
What you don’t see

What you don’t see

Thomas rushed as every day to be in time at his office. But it was useless. As much as he ran, he knew Theresa will win and reproach him for his lack of punctuality. She was missus perfection. The guys thought that she must arrive before the doorman. She was always...

read more
On the border

On the border

Anja was cleaning her kitchen when she heard people yelling and noises of motors near her door, ruining her solitary and peaceful life. Everybody out! Commanded a deep voice loudly. She quickly removed a mat and opened a hatch in the floor. She climbed down a wooden...

read more
Art Everywhere

Art Everywhere

This year I decided to spend my vacation in Graz, Austria. I wanted to visit this beautiful city, go to Vienna, get to know their great monuments, attend some concerts, hike around and see nature wonders.  But one can make precise plans, and life goes on with its...

read more
The crooked fir

The crooked fir

Some strong blow should have given you this hard life to rob you your vertical figure. While your brothers' cups point proud directly to the midday sun, Yours leans crooked and humble towards the golden sunset. Whatever was the reason of your past fall, It did not...

read more
To my Mom

To my Mom

Every nightI dream that I can't reach youwhen you start the tripthat has set us apart.In my sore throatremain the questionsthat I never ask youand the beat of your lullabies.My first words were yoursand your last words were mineIn between, a universeof amazing...

read more
The tree in love

The tree in love

How often I have passed by your side rushing to be in time for my chained routine. You were one of many more In the landscape solidified of my madness imprisoned in a race without sense against myself. But one morning of sorrows that weighed down my forays, I looked...

read more
The cellar

The cellar

Carla was worried because Gordon and his kids had not arrived at the shelter as it was arranged. She went to the apartment from he was evicted and found the workers already demolishing the building. No trace of Gordon, his truck or brother Francis, the old Franciscan...

read more
Finally, walking away

Finally, walking away

-It's 5 pm; I have time to go to Ocean Beach to take a walk before dinner, thought Lisa, closing her laptop with a relieved sigh. Tired but satisfied with her work for the day, she changed her clothes and rode her bike to the near shore. It was warm and sunny, and the...

read more
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