Monday, February 28, 2011

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The old-bubble

Prisoner of his sphere, the old-bubble fears.
many years ago was baby-bubble, bad business, "said the doctor. But the baby-bubble lived and became the bubble boy, his virtual world sterile, down the hall. Despite the doctor, who shook his head, the boy became a man-bubble, he married a woman he met online who never touched, never smelled it, she could only see and love at a distance and dreams.
The old man died in his bubble. Look through the glass but sees only reflections.

Saturday, February 26, 2011

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The bedside

It stirred her hair with happy face, but that night I stepped aside and offered his hand, as men. If you want hair stirring Clarita Toni and could do it but I had already served eleven years since Dad died, was the man of the house. The guy looked me in the eye and shook my hand. I accompanied him to the exit. Then I went to the open door of the room and saw mom topless, fixing a few bills on the table. I closed the door make a noise and went to bed for children.

Thursday, February 24, 2011

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I pass them and not me realize even stop me and say how beautiful the baby, like the parent who has gone . She, embarrassed, he offers me his hand thin, pointed.
Your contact takes me a couple of days ago and imagine them as maternity leave with the baby, smiling stupidly as new parents, though I guess, to the light, some of the signs of his depravity. Rodeo
his grip, still tight, with my left hand and go a little further, a few hours, and smell the humidity the halls of the basement of motherhood, I hear the sounds coming out of their mouths split, I can see bony hands stretching towards the baby that brings a nun, a baby who, bound by the feet, face down, flat as higher a trophy, cry knowing his fate.
Loose hand in disgust. Her gaze is evasive. The challenging him.

Tuesday, February 22, 2011

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Sometimes Adela tells it, when we met with Rosalie and Trini and drink coffee as if out of town.
It tells Adela that is after all who came and who knows how it all happened, who was with the Pluto, which it called a coward and fleeting.
; We found a cow in the meadow says, Pluto and wanted to impress and approached the cow and look what I told him that the cow was pegona, that I did not have to prove anything, but he committed He decided he was no chicken and the cow starts running towards him and if I look at Pluto, if the faces, glue a slip in the soft earth and the cow hit him in the head, dopey cow and the boys pulled out laughing and Pluto in a coma for more than three years when he wakes asked whether the dinner and everyone laughs again as if it had been yesterday.
Adela was not that stupid, but not all, learns something less when you blow two flat and begins to wander. She sometimes cries until you throw the bar, mumbling that it was Adela, giving a fist on the forehead, Pluto not have balls and see what you can do for my love , but only I I believe him, believe him because sometimes I see at night, blind flat, stiff in the middle of the street, turned back saying look, you'll see how I do it, even if I die of fear, and the end of the street pegona cow running toward him.

Sunday, February 20, 2011

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Ignorance and War Child Hope

Sergeant Romero entered the house with two of his men. Inside it was found to be the boy's grandmother.
- Where is your grandson, Grandma? We need it.
The grandmother looked calm the soldiers and told them to hand a few chairs, to sit down while responding to the child was not home. The boy was known around town as elchicoquesabíadóndecaeríanlasbombas. It was not hard to imagine why.
The old trying to be careful with the soldiers but he was very tired and sometimes gave small headers and closed his eyes. Romero decided to ignore it and motioned to his men that looked into the rooms.
A minute later the two returned without having found the boy, but did not need to be told the sergeant because he could already hear the whistle of the bomb that was waiting for the old and the child was already planned for a while .

Saturday, February 19, 2011

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I could not tell you why, so many memories, is it just me, playing Cowboys and Indians, making him India with respect and seriousness and die crushed by my shots, my index finger smoking, and cousin Toni and Babas, the classmate. Do not know why just think about how well the prisoner died, bending over his stomach and fell to his knees, twisted, until it quite dead on the grass of the park, still until we came and shook our shoulders and revived smiling face erasing a little scared.
not say, but certainly by the memory came, I approached the casket where he lies serene, with hands crossed a little below chest and I lean on him, I come to your ear and say, enough to make the Indian, and shake your shoulders until your child stops me, but are you crazy old fool?, and then I sit and wait, although I do not want me to stay, to see the face that place, the other, when lifting.

Thursday, February 17, 2011

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"They've taken" my partner tells me when I make over. A pinch of anxiety prevents me from breathing.
I call Carla from your booth. After five rings the answering machine responds. Gorka repeats the language of the message cloth Carla goat behind. Call me already. The tank car lighting seems even more tenuous than usual.
I go to the first round of the night. I know it's best to avoid the southeast corner, they are gone, but something leads me to there. I direct the beam of my flashlight into the square where the remains were parked BMW and I can almost feel the void left, through which I like a glass. I seem to notice movement, like a reflex, and I go a little further. There are the three huddled together. In their white faces only highlight the eyes, like coals. I point to a Mercedes that is so only a few meters. The women and children looking for father with his eyes, but he embraces protecting me. I shrug.
brings back the dark to not bother them. Out of sight but I know that still there, awaiting me. I give them back and return to the booth while I think of that woman in your child, and decide I want to stay them. Where they prefer. Although from time to time do you leave the light.

Wednesday, February 16, 2011

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Today I woke up with great news. "Dr. Frankenstein, I presume" is one of the five nominees in the category of Best Blog national literary in II Free Magazine Awards which fail on March 26 at the bookstore Bertrand de Barcelona. I leave the links to the nominees in each category and Review of Literature which has enabled so you can vote. Of blogs that share the honor of the prize and I wish all the luck in the world, well maybe a little less, I know best is clay beads Antonio Baez, a excellent blog that I recommend you visit if you have not already done so.
I am happy. Nominees

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Tuesday, February 15, 2011

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Zoom is the third book of Manu Espada, the first devoted entirely to the short story. It meets "hundred or invented realities," hundred-plus small great stories, many of whom saw the light for the first time in his blog "The Rusty Sword."
of micro A book by the same author, anthologies abound in the book market is a risk. The risk of overdose, ad nauseam, the constant percussion of recurrent themes, with similar strategies, writing with final template. A few days ago I read a quote from Jacques Sternberg claimed that the difficulty of writing a book of short or very short stories as are necessary to make so many ideas and stories. And therein lies the chief merit of Manu Espada: romancing his prodigious ability, his deranged imagination can bring to life the pages of a book, the most original stories, tender, hard, fun.
The fantastic Zoom is not an end in itself, is a tool used to bring an unusual mastery of the hand in ways impossible, improbable after they crossed the hands of Manu Espada. No turning back once the way, there is certainly no sign of repentance, for situations that are surprising, they are followed until the end. And that is appreciated. Manu
Espada is a creative writer, innovator and maverick. But it is also an excellent craftsman able to adapt the style that counts, observe the techniques used in Marked , Post-it, Mermaids on the calm , and many others. Creator of powerful images when you need it the story or cold as a scalpel in the past. In Out of context , for example, get a hilarious musical ask where one is surprised at the pace moving as if she heard music. Advertising, The great battle, Madrid unusual knowledge Wheel seem great, but I cite only a few, the list is endless.
Ultimately, Zoom is a powerful book, entertaining but also deep, which gave me a bunch of times and that great read, I have no doubt, continue to accompany me for a long time, I recovered from this book I already knew some micro-stories and re-reading has been very rewarding and enriching.
is Zoom , author Manu Sword, edited by Bracket.

Monday, February 7, 2011

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In the metal doors of the elevator on the third floor of the mall sees a man who climbed over the railing. Without giving anyone time to react, the reflection shows how a man jumps in and out of frame. A thud, lazily crisp, and some hysterical screams. On the ground, limp body and a pool of blood. Metal doors of the elevator on the ground floor show man sitting up, released, ready to leave by a side table, as the doors open.
Again on the third floor, again a reflection of man in the metal doors of the elevator but now no one in front, next to the railing. Try out the box as it is.