Short stories of a long journey

Tag: Guatemala

  • While the cows await

    While the cows await

    What didn’t happen in a year, happened in a while… just like our life “Hey Papa, that thing about growing, I don´t feel like a child anymore, how long does that take?” “Well, that’s stuff is on its way, now. Very soon, very soon, son, you’ll see. Getting up earlier doesn’t make the sun rise sooner, son. Look,…

  • The bad ones never die, momma?

    The bad ones never die, momma?

    The bad ones never die, momma? They die darling, only they they’re so busy with their wrongdoing, they take longer.     Without any doubt, Bucaramanga’s traditional cemetery is the Central Cemetery. The main access to the cemetery is on 45th street. And it’s a portal with a lively canary-yellow façade, decorated with white ledges.…

  • And why do the angels cry, momma?

    And why do the angels cry, momma?

      Speechless, she heard her friend narrating the death of Miss Rosario. The ossuaries          Bucaramanga City Cemetery, Santander. Colombia She was no more, no less, her favorite teacher. She was more than a teacher: on occasions she was their councilor, always tenderly trying to guide them by the right path. The…

  • Doña Eudalia

      And that was precisely Doña Eudalia, no more, no less.   She was entrenched in a table next to her uniformed assistants   (the buses, travelling daily from the distant border, would stop for a half hour in front of her diner, a block and a half behind the town’s church and next to…

  • Of the landscapes

    “Of the landscapes, I’ve seen them all. The sunsets when the sun delivers itself into the night, and the surroundings are bathed in multi-coloured lights.     From the mountains and from the coastal plains.”    The stories                     Spanish                 …

  • Of the women

      I have seen many colours of women.   Wearing dark black faces and while others have white faces. With very beautiful features to easily admire and features that take away your sleep at nights. I’ve seen how they dedicate their lives to so many and diverse things: some cultivate flowers and others cultivate men.…