Nuevas Expectativas (relato #1)

Era tarde cuando el timbre resonó en la penumbra del apartamento, seguido de un breve silencio. Al momento, una oleada de goles en la puerta y varios tañidos más, despertaron las primeras señales de vida de la casa.

Las lámparas crearon un sendero de luz desde la habitación hasta la puerta principal, pasando por el pasillo y el salón. Cuando la puerta de la casa se abrió, apareció una joven de ojos muy grandes y pelo castaño que le caía grácilmente sobre los hombros. Marta sonrió al encontrarse con un soñoliento Otto, ataviado con una ligera bata de color verde claro sobre un pijama de franela gris. Él apenas podía abrir los ojos, pero le devolvió la sonrisa sin pensárselo.

—No sabía que ibas a venir tan tarde — dijo Otto en medio de un largo bostezo. A continuación, abrió la puerta para dejar pasar a Marta y a su equipaje. Viajaba ligera. Cargaba solo con una pequeña maleta de mano y una mochila. —Pensé que salías a primera hora de la mañana. Sigue leyendo

Pleasure

Stefan closed his eyes with a big smile in his face. His heart was beating so hard that anybody in the building could have heard it. Little playful shivers went from his neck and shoulders down along her back. He laughed and open his eyes to admire the beauty of the movement of two hands through the black-and-white keys in the grand piano, spreading wonderful noises to the air. I was Mozart’s Sonata in Re minor.

Anger

“It’s not fair!”, she said. Moved by her childish attitude, she left the place slamming the door. She arrived to her room and seated on the bed. Her veins were burning fire and all her body was slightly shaking by the effect of her emotions. She couldn’t think clearly, even breath as usual. She felt like if there was water in the air, boiling her lungs and pushing her to shout.

Fear

Her breath was the only noise in the darkness. She tried to shout by she couldn’t, she had no voice. Touching in the darkness, she discovered no door or window, she was trapped. She started to feel cold in her hands and feet, and she shook softly against the wall next to her back. She tried to find and exit once more, and cried.

When the fence burns

I could’t say it was too late or too early, but what I was sure about is that I could’t have gone to sleep even if I could. It was the season of the night, of the gleaming snow and the hard ice. The shadow of the straight branches drawn creepy images on the white powder while the sky was being stricken with the orange beams of a new day.

I should have been frozen, but my blood was burning. I was next to her and I knew she was lying to me. She had spent the whole night, the whole week and probably the whole month lying to me. I knew it, and I probably knew the answer, but I didn’t want to. I wanted a different explanation. Sigue leyendo

Cuento de Rothenburg

El cielo se oscurecía mientras que la gente en las calles disfrutaba de los vistosos escaparates y de la artesanía más exquisita del lugar. De fondo, las campanas sonaban y murmullos de admiración acompañaban los precisos movimientos de las marionetas que se movían al son de la música para recordar al villano que quiso destruir la ciudad mucho tiempo atrás y al salvador que logró impedírselo.

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