MICROTALES (IX)

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With this microtale (1 of 2 this week) my aim is to pay tribute to such a great author as Javier Cercas, in what we could call the "realistic micro-tale"

“That damned hypotenuse captured Pi”. That´s what he said among other meaningless things. Being prime time, a celebrity such as he was. Unbelievable.
His former girlfriends smiled inside, pretending not to want anybody no bad. The sons were negotiating undercover their interventions on TV as the same time they publicly regretted their father´s decline. His legal counsellor declared in front of everybody to be doing the right thing by denouncing his client, while in private she bragged of her shrewdness in order to take advantage of the free publicity for her lawyer´s office.
Soon after, the old comedian arrived to hospital, not making laugh any longer, with his face, now strained.

We all have two of them. Don´t we?

El viejo cómico ingresó poco después en el hospital, su rostro crispado ya no hacía gracia.
Todos tenemos dos caras.


(NOTE: This article was originally published by Botijo de Oro in the spanish section of the blog)

MICROTALES (VIII)

Español English

She will throw herself off the trapeze as confirmed bachelor Pío opens the door.
It will be difficult, he always opens it just half-way. He seems to be scared of losing the only member of his family project.
He will come from work, and as soon as he gets the trainer off, he will schedule another boring dinner in front of the television screen. If he is happy he will gesticulate to her as he gobbles up his ready-to-cook lasagna. Still frozen in the middle. At some time during the adverts he will get up to bring her some bad food.
That will be the time.
She will throw herself against his flabby hand, pecking it until she manages he opens the door. She will fly away from the flat in second´s time. She will think "Find another one to sing at you, Pío".

MICROTALES (III)

Español English

“ There you go, Young Lad, head Linares- bound” ordered The Vasque, as they crossed Rio Grande River. Th only thing left from Spain was his roughness, coarseness and his Star gun after having been working in Baracaldo.

In Linares, Texas, he waited for his man. He had left behing a good trace of drug in order not to have any problems with Spanish or Mexican cops. That´s why he wasn´t scared, but he knew he was only doing that delivery for money and he knew how easily things could burst.

As soon as he entered the building he though of jail. The rattle of police sirens coming near had a nasty DEA stink. As soon as he fired the though: "What the hell of corridas they have down here!".

(NOTE: This article was originally published by Botijo de Oro in the spanish section of the blog)

MICROTALES (II)

Español English

Overwhelmed by such a responsibility, the animal had fled leaving behind a bad lit jail and due obedience. He was sick and tired of having to try the impossible to obtain his daily food plate, of having to face the absurd discipline of the daily hygiene. He felt that he had betrayed the wild spirit he had before being caught. He longed finding in the trees his next mouthful, to bathe under the warm sun of spring and to contemplate the Earth induced sleep by the frost.

He ran without restrain, just guided by its instinct of freedom, but suddenly stopped. He doubted if he would not have left the door of the house opened before finishing with all.

(NOTE: This article was originally published by Botijo de Oro in the spanish section of the blog)