Short stories of a long journey

Tag: 02 The treasure

  • The most treasured

    On the road          Highway to Juliaca, San Román, Perú   “Still, I always eventually recognized that though I had encountered indescribable beauty, and on so many occasions, none of it all had enclosed all the necessary requirements, so as to indisputably affirm it was, indeed, the best of all, the most treasured.”   Doña…

  • 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         …

  • The most beautiful thing

    On the road             Salento, Quindío, Colombia   My search is of a simpler kind, but then , it doesn’t become less complicated because of that fact. The valley          Nacional Park El Cocora, Quindío, Colombia For years and uncountable miles, I have been devoted to the purpose of finding the most…

  • Searching for himself

      “And what was I looking for?” he smiled as he answered, “You might say I was searching for myself, but that is not really true.   I believe that, contrary to other persons, I have never lost myself, and indeed, I have always known where to find myself.”    The stories       …

  • The most beautiful thing

      “The most beautiful thing I have seen?”   For a moment, he was thoughtful, carefully considering the question.   His gaze stayed fixed to a photograph of the town’s church; it had been shot from the park, on a cloudless day with clear blue skies, and Simón had hung it next to the urinal…

  • Doña Eudalia’s diner

      The hungry passengers descended to hastily swallow the hot soups and dishes that were hurriedly served by Doña Eudalia’s aseptic white uniformed waitresses,   while she from her post behind the cash register, was on top of each detail, as she charged the meals and the entry to the toilet facilities.      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…

  • 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 sunrises

    “Maybe on fewer occasions, but I have also contemplated the sunrises, when the world is only a promise… and everything is possible.”    The stories                In Spanish                How to buy          Facebook

  • 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                 …