The story begins on a grey cloudy morning. I woke up as I usually do at 8 a.m. in the morning. I got my trousers and then I got dressed. Every morning I have as breakfast coffee with 3 spoons of sugar and 2 big biscuits. The traffics was normal as it was used to, there was any strange sound nor strange crazy drivers going as fast as they could because they had been arriving late. The street was almost quite, with its usually hustle and bustle of people and vehicles. Regardless to the weather, not much to say besides it was grey and those grey clouds looked like they were going to break into tears. I finished my coffee while I was listening the news on TV. I know that this thing is strange but, I am a modern person, I listen the TV sometimes while I am doing other things. Nevertheless, I was expecting something. Something. Something unknown or something amazing, maybe surprising. I was thoughtless about the matter. So, I decided to go and watched out of the window, what I saw there, the surprising street, those green trees, those grey clouds, those craziest people walking from one way to other. I stopped my eyes on one point, I was thinking about that. That thought about that something. But, nothing happened. I kept watching out of the window seeing people and those new trend cars; there are of course too expensive. Then I started to think of myself on one of those new cars. I imagined driving through the city waving the people I know and then I imagined myself on an expensive holiday on the Caribbean. Standing on a Caribbean beach with a glowing sun, white sand and a big variety of exotic drinks, relaxed. On that moment, while I was at that beautiful beach I remembered my love. My unlimited love, someone I loved endlessly. Something unexpected happened, the doorbell rang. I jumped and fell out of my thoughts. I barely saw who it was from my window. My best bud was standing at the door. Thinking better, was he? It was somebody definitely, that someone held a box, gave it to me and left without saying a word. While I was going upstairs I realized that this was completely strange, this was the something. I ran upstairs opened the door, I put the box on the next table and I started to open it. The box was not big, was a medium size box. I tore the paper, unwrapped and then I found a piece of white paper written on a clear handwritten. All the feelings came to my body; I know this was the something I was expecting at. The day was perfect. A perfect grey weather and the traffic, what to say about it, was normal as usually. I read the piece of paper, my letter by the way, the something I expected to. Reaching the end, I found something completely strange. It put me out of my mind; this someone wrote “do you believe in love?”. As I always considered, I said I am a human being; I am prepared to give love and to receive it. My mind went crazy, I actually believed that. I brought back the memories of my endlessly love, the person I had chosen to give my love. I flew through all my knowledge, through all my thoughts. The next moment, I fell too away from my reality. I doubt about what I gave and what I had received. I did love nobody and that all was fake. Why this box had to arrive to me. Why I had to think. From those lonely moments, I realized I was lying on the ground. I was flying watching my body there, I was seeing myself chocking and collapsing. That was the moment I understood that my wonders were solved and my fears were vanished, but I though a last time about the paper box, the white letter, the extensive handwriting, and the meticulous chosen phrases. Was it my love? Was it my person?
lunes, 21 de mayo de 2012
The hospital had a large lobby and the chairs were kind of worn out. I could tell the typical furniture, it was empty. By the corridor of this old hospital, there were no people; at this time I realized that I was practically alone in this half in ruins, medium old building. I kept walking until I arrived at another room, it seemed to be the operation's room but it was the investigation’s room indeed. In this room the medical assistants brought bodies to analyze and to know the reason why of their death. I did not realize what I really was doing there, but I knew that something important I had to do there. I turned around and I saw myself on a window glass, I was dressed up like a doctor. I did not know why I was like this. I was wearing a white jacket and a pair of latex's gloves. The gloves were the same that the doctors use to check patients. I walked more beyond, until I suddenly remembered of something that it was made me to carry out. I had to analyze a body. I walked beyond where I was. The first tables were empty and all were from a shiny iron. They were made of steel. I went to the only table which was occupied by somebody. This was covered by a white blanket. I slid it and I realized that it was somebody I knew very well, but I could not see its face. I lasted a few seconds in realizing that it was actually a clone of mine. I brought back again the task that had been entrusted me to do, but this time it was not to analyze, instead of it was to cut up the body that was on the table. I saw me again in that cold table covered with that white sheet, but I was not afraid neither nauseous by carrying out the task which had been given me, even more knowing that I was going to cut up myself. I removed the blanket and I began to cut. First I began to cut the arms. Later, I continued with the legs. I had waited for something that never happened, there was not blood. The part of the body which I had cut no blood was flowing, instead of it there were images, the same I had seen on anatomical books. They were blood and tissues' images. I continued, I cut the head and after that I got rid of all I had cut. I threw it all to a bin that was nearby there. There was never fear neither sensation of contempt by the task I was carrying out. I moved on but this time I opened the thorax. I cut it and with a pair of forceps I held it so it could not close. There, I just found the liver, the heart and the lungs. There was as if the other organs had never existed in that body. First I took the liver. I took it to another table where there were other surgical instruments. I cut in several pieces. I kept cutting it. I cut it in smaller pieces. It was almost ground. After having shattered the liver I began to feel a pain on one side of my body, it hurt. I returned to the body, there were just two organs left. I took the lung. I opened it to check if it was damaged by the tobacco. It was not black. It was as an average person's lung who hardly smokes. I left it and back for the last piece, the heart. I took it with my hands but something stopped me. This was still beating as if the person who was there lying on the table was alive. Without any doubt I pulled it out from the body. I had it in my hands and then saw the body on that steel table. In that moment, I noticed that the person who was there was my version lifeless. I did not doubt and took the heart to the table where I had cut the liver. I cut it in four. In that moment, I had a sharp pain through my chest, I touched it and, I noticed that the beatings were weaker and they were going out. These beatings were completely different, they were beating in different rhythms. I saw the table where the heart cut in four was laid down and I noticed that each one of its parts beat independently of itself. Immediately I began to feel weaker, my vision had begun to cloud; the air was getting more and more scarce. I was falling down slowly and noticing as each part of the heart beat in my interior and each time there was less and less air in that room.
I jumped from my bed and saw the bright sun through my window. It was a beautiful morning.
Story based on S. Cabrera. Narrated and recreated by J.L. Pereyra
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viernes, 11 de mayo de 2012
On the side of a beautiful lake was Jams laying on the green lawn. He was looking at the bright sky and the white clouds. He was looking at them and trying to find interesting forms of these white clouds. The clouds were so white that they looked like cotton. The day was so peaceful, birds were singing beautifully, the sky was brighter and the weather was warm. Jams decided to get up from the comfortable lawn. He got up and went to the bay to get into the lake on his boat. He got in and went to the middle of the lake rowing himself. There was a soft breeze. Jams was very pleased to be there. There, in the middle of the lake he could see everything and appreciate the bright sky and the white clouds.
The water was moving the boat softly. Jams was glad to be there that particular day on the lake but he did not see further more into those trees in front of him. The clouds were bright and white yet but the wind changed and started to be very rough, all the time was changing its direction. The boat moved brusquely and Jams got very nervous. But suddenly everything stopped, there was no more moving at all. The lake seemed a glass, but when he saw into it the clouds were no whiter, instead they were black. He was staring at something into the lake. There was something strange –what is that? – He said, and that replied him – I’m coming for you – Jams jumped up and hid into the small boat. The thing was bright. It was white too and was moving in circle around the boat. The thing was dragging him in. Jams screamed loud but nobody could help him. Screamed one more time, he was into the water this time, and the boat was sinking with him. He screamed as loud as he could, but, no answer was heard. He was getting closer and closer to that lighten white thing. This time he screamed the loudest than his lungs allowed to. There was water all around him, nobody could hear him.
Jams breathed out and woke up brusquely on his boat, he almost fell into the lake.
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martes, 8 de mayo de 2012
Vuelvo a verte desde lejos, no sabía bien quien eras, tu figura había cambiado, el paso del tiempo te hizo madurar, como el fruto de un árbol. Dejaste de ser esa persona tierna y pasaste a ser una adulta, desde lejos pude ver pero me fue difícil saber que en realidad eras tú, cómo pasaron estos minutos por esta vida. Te miré, nos miramos, pero después de ese tiempo nos volvimos a separar, nuestras miradas se cruzaron, muy oportuno el tiempo que nos brindó un día exquisito, el cálido sol, una brisa, pero gracias a una ráfaga de viento nuestra conexión terminó. Jamás esperé verte pasar por el mismo camino que solías tomar cuando ibas al colegio, la sorpresa fue grata. Íbamos apresurados, nuestra vidas habían cambiado de manera trascendental, gracias a esa tarde gris volví a recordar el porqué de que nos conocíamos. Solo fuimos dos personas que se veían a menudo en el camino de vuelta a casa pero nunca supimos nuestros nombres, solo cruce de miradas. Cómo me hubiese gustado saber donde vivías, solo tendré presente que ese día nuestras vidas no volverán a ser lo que fueron por más que el paso del tiempo haya cambiado nuestros cuerpos, solo esperaré que nos dé el tiempo la vida para seguir con esos encuentros fortuitos de miradas.