Short stories of a long journey

Tag: Mexico

  • Death and Time

    The Rectory’s façade           Universidad Autónoma de México, México   If I had to bet my money on either Death or Time: I would place it all on the second one of them. This I can say without a trace of doubt in my mind.     I’ve never run into a stiff.…

  • Silly men

    Silly men

            Silly, you men-so very adept at wrongly faulting womankind, not seeing you’re alone to blame for faults you plant in woman’s mind. After you’ve won by urgent plea the right to tarnish her good name, you still expect her to behave— you, that coaxed her into shame. You batter her resistance…

  • The most priceless treasure

      You could say that I’m searching for the most valuable treasure that this whole wide world has to offer.   I have seen and admired so many marvelous things,   yet none of these have totally filled me.    The stories                In Spanish         …

  • 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…

  • A pause

    It seemed that the outsider had an insatiable and voracious thirst that lay on the brink of becoming bottomless, for he grabbed the bottle of moonshine, and quickly, he proceeded to pour himself another shot. Simon placed more orange slices on a clean, new plastic plate, placing it in front of the foreigner, with a…

  • 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.…

  • I have seen the women

    I have seen many colours of women   I have seen lands where they like to grow immensely fat and heavy as they accumulate a wealth of pounds to their body through years of heavy eating.  I’ve also seen them so slender and so skinny that it would appear the food does not get to those…

  • Silence in the saloon

      The foreigner was momentarily thoughtful as he stood, gathering his thoughts, while slowly sipping his beer. More than half of the night’s gathering had stood from their tables, gathering in a half circle around the bar, also quiet and pensive, as they noiselessly observed the traveler.   The priest had already installed himself on…

  • Of the smiles and of the laughter

    Of the affairs of men I’ve seen more than my share:   I have seen them laugh with cinnamon faces or skins so fair that you can see through them     I have heard them shout and cry in unpronounceable languages, over such matters that I found even more difficult to understand    …