lunes, 21 de mayo de 2012

Short Story 4

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


viernes, 11 de mayo de 2012

Short Story 3

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.


martes, 8 de mayo de 2012

El Tiempo

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.

viernes, 20 de abril de 2012


La cobardía del hombre de esconderse detrás de unas simples palabras y hacer meramente públicos sus problemas tratando de buscar una solución sabiendo que el paso de los días hace más estrechas e incluso quiebra toda aquella relación que muy poco existió. La cobardía del hombre de sentirse bien consigo mismo dándole la responsabilidad al otro cuando en realidad él mismo causó el problema. La cobardía del hombre de no enfrentarse de nuevo al problema y evadiéndolo nunca lo dejará con lo que él siente como cabeza limpia o conciencia tranquila porque siempre quedará escondido muy en lo profundo la carga pesante.

martes, 10 de abril de 2012

Short Story 2

It was a cloudy morning in a village called Uster in Poland. That day a boy was lying in his bed watching the weather through the window. He did not get up until his mother called him to have breakfast. His mother said to him “come on Jim, breakfast is ready, you have to go to school, don’t forget it”. He got up and dressed up. That morning was so particularly strange, he thought that something weird could happen in his way at the school or maybe while he was waiting for the bus. He finished eating breakfast and then he went to the bus stop. While he was waiting at the bus stop, a blue car stopped suddenly because a big black dog was running along the street to Jim, the car almost crashed. Jim was very afraid about that big black dog and he started to get nervous, but fortunately the dog ran away from him. Then he saw the man in the car, he was so nervous too but then few minutes later the man continues his way. Finally the bus arrived and he went to school. At the end of the day when he was coming back home, he saw the same blue car that he had seen in the morning crashed into a big tree and the big black dog was near by the car staring at him.

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viernes, 16 de marzo de 2012

Short Story 1

In a beautiful village near the woods lived Mr. Thomas and Ms Thomas. They had a little girl called Meredith. This little girl used to play with her neighbors, one of them was older than her, and the other 2 were younger and other had the same age as her. This Meredith's friend was called Stacy, both were 12 years old in that warm summer.
One day when Meredith was playing with her friends at the lake near home, her mother yelled her she came back home immediately. She went fast. She was little far from home. She started to run happily but no was until she saw an old man who had a gun in her mother's back. She ran as fast as she could. She arrived home and came in. She and her mother were in danger. Her father had gone to the farm to collect some vegetables for dinner. The old man closed the door behind him and started to ask her mother about the money she had saved up.
This man knew about this family and the money they were saving up to Meredith's school. They always wanted the best for their daughter. They also saved up for a new house in the city, they wanted to move in when summer ended.
Stacy, who was playing with Meredith, saw something strange. She decided to stop playing and decided to take a look at her friend's house and see was going on. She saw an old man who was wearing a pair of old brown boots, jeans and a red and black checked shirt with a gun in his hands. She was scared. She ran home and told their parents but none of them believed. She ran to her next door, rang the door bell desperately waiting for an answer but, nothing. She came back home again and told the same story at her parents, she was broken down. Her father decided to go and investigate. Stacy's father was an army man. He went to the Thomas' with his old gun but, nothing was happening there. Mrs. Thomas was preparing the dinner and Mr. Thomas was reading the newspaper. Stacy's father asked if there was something strange, but the answer was not. Stacy was terrible surprised, all that she had seen was a fake story. Her father wouldn’t believe her anymore. She lost heart and decided to go home with her father. All the way home, which was no far fortunately, her father told her not to make up such kind of stories about things that concerned people.
The next day something strange was going on but Stacy did not realize. “What was going on that I did not notice about it? Something important was missing. What was it?” She thought. She went to the city with her parents and siblings. She did not know what the problem about that was. She returned home late and she was very tired of shopping and walking with her brothers.
The next day was Sunday. It was a sunny day in summer. Stacy was playing at the lake with her brothers. Mrs. and Mr. Thomas were waving her and she answered them kindly. For a long hour she did not remember about something important. Meredith. “Where is she?” she asked herself. “She doesn’t come to play with me today, why?” “I’ll ask her parents”. She stopped playing and decided to ask Meredith’s parents about her. She went to Meredith’s house, and asked about her. They stayed talking for a while but Stacy did not believe. She was strongly surprised and broke down on tears.
Meredith disappeared two years ago.