Tag: Magdalena

  • Life is but a dream

    Life is but a dream

    In the short while he had slept, he dreamed so many lives… so belonged to other, some were his own      After a long and profound daydream, beneath the shade of the beautiful tree in the central park, the traveller woke from a daydream, into which he had lapsed without realizing it. The tree…

  • The inhabitants of the deep marshes

    The inhabitants of the deep marshes

    In between decisions,  some well done, others maybe not… that’s how he lived his life As he dreamed, he relived that night when his mother talked to him about the black birds and destinies. “Look son, we all reach times in life in which we have to take a decision, some are important, some just…

  • The decisions of life

    The decisions of life

    And he decided that life as it was, did not actually fit him They sat together at nights,  before the firewood stove in the kitchen, once having finished with the daily chores. His mother, would narrate stories that described how life was interpreted a long and distant time ago, way before she was born. Those…

  • The memory of its waters

    The memory of its waters

    And his dreams, with all his secret desires, were taken away by the river, as he ran to encounter the sea,  where they were eventually buried  deep in the memories of its waters…   Stories                In Spanish                How to buy     …

  • When the child grows into a man

    When the child grows into a man

    Placidly sleeping, he dreamt his awakening and in that awakening he lived his life till the end of his days And so it happened, that in the quiet waters of the calm and serene pond, fantasy’s ripples eventually came back to find the father, whom without grasping of the full reach of his carefree jokes and…

  • The dreams of an anxious mother

    The dreams of an anxious mother

    Happy, as he threw the stones into the pond… he watched the ripples extend in all directions The family was spread around this millpond on its banks, each and every member confined to their own particular and lonely spot. The ripples reached all of them, as it may, as they spread out to tickle not…

  • A world below the colourful tarps

    A world below the colourful tarps

    Of things of men I’ve seen more than my share: in their houses and in their lifestyles, and in their way to dress, or not to dress. In their churches and in the things they believe these contain. In where they place their deceased, and in the ways they say farewell to them; and also,…