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The toy’s scene

--Claire, don't hang up! Just listen for a second, said Mark very fast through the phone. Silence -It's Liam, added Mark. -I'm listening, said Claire. -He is not doing well. We had to go to the psychologist. She insists on having a conversation with the three of us....

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...

Lullaby in War

I'm dying to meet youforbidden dawnwhile I crawldodging the scythe I'm dying to caress youlight of my lifeand see you open your new eyesWhile mine are closing I'm dying to kiss your foreheadcreature of my insides,and sing you a lullabyto silence the rumbles that...

Tears

There is no light in my glancenor silence in my intimacy.The hours screamfrom the silent clocksof infallible digitsthat enslave the daysand prolong the nightsof open eyes.And I can notunleash my ragebecause I'm surroundedof unwanted witnesses.The muffled howlin my dry...

The Christmas Angel

Glued to the frosted glassof the living room doorwhere the magic was workingI dreamed with a merry heart Inside, to the scent of fir and mosslittle restless lightsAppeared one by oneUntil they illuminated the dark room It was the Christmas angelTalking to daddyand...

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...

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Lullaby in War

Lullaby in War

I'm dying to meet youforbidden dawnwhile I crawldodging the scythe I'm dying to caress youlight of my lifeand see you open your new eyesWhile mine are closing I'm dying to kiss your foreheadcreature of my insides,and sing you a lullabyto silence the rumbles that...

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Tears

Tears

There is no light in my glancenor silence in my intimacy.The hours screamfrom the silent clocksof infallible digitsthat enslave the daysand prolong the nightsof open eyes.And I can notunleash my ragebecause I'm surroundedof unwanted witnesses.The muffled howlin my dry...

read more
The toy’s scene

The toy’s scene

--Claire, don't hang up! Just listen for a second, said Mark very fast through the phone. Silence -It's Liam, added Mark. -I'm listening, said Claire. -He is not doing well. We had to go to the psychologist. She insists on having a conversation with the three of us....

read more
Perplexed by the old year

Perplexed by the old year

I am perplexed. I don't know whether to define the year that has ended as good or bad for me. Furthermore, I've had a lot of bad luck with my health, but great things have happened to me, and I prefer to keep the good stuff.And there has been no room for more...

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The Christmas Angel

The Christmas Angel

Glued to the frosted glassof the living room doorwhere the magic was workingI dreamed with a merry heart Inside, to the scent of fir and mosslittle restless lightsAppeared one by oneUntil they illuminated the dark room It was the Christmas angelTalking to daddyand...

read more
Light fixtures

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....

read more
My sparrow

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...

read more
The dance of silence

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...

read more
CFFC: Things that make me smile

CFFC: Things that make me smile

For her Challenge, CEE Neuner is asking us to post pictures of things that make us laugh or smile. Because I didn’t find any funny picture, I’ll post some images that make me smile . Children playing like we had played when we were their age. That make me feel good...

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