Mi garrafa de agua de mar

Llevo desde el año 2013 bebiendo agua de mar de manera continua y esta es la playa donde la recojo, la playa del Burrero en Ingenio de Gran Canaria.

I have been drinking sea water continuously since 2013 and this is the beach where I pick it up, the beach of El Burrero in Ingenio de Gran Canaria.

You know better than anyone that you cheated on me

That day he got up earlier than usual, because an indescribable restlessness made him open his eyes like dishes at five o' clock in the morning and that was seasoned with that pressure in the mouth of his stomach that could be palpated with his hands. His wife slept beside him, so he got up slowly so as not to wake her. He dressed in the dark, went into the kitchen and had a quiet breakfast while listening to the news on national radio. When he finished, he went down to the garage, got in his car and went out into the street. Everything was different at that time. The city was transformed in the early morning, people were different, cars, lights, parks, even shadows were different and only cats remained unaltered, because they were the owners of the night.

In his work the day passed like every other day, but with the shadow of that restlessness that flooded his soul and that slab in the mouth of his stomach. But by mid-morning, he started feeling bad, talked to his boss and went home.

When he arrived, he didn't find his wife. He looked at his watch, it was 11:00 in the morning. He took her cell phone and called her:

"Off or out of range", "he said that impersonal and binary voice". 

"She will be with her friend Rita", she thought. He looked up Rita's phone number, called her and she answered it:

 "No, she's not with me, Sabino, but the curious thing is that I can't find Andres either. I've been trying to reach him for three hours and there's no way. You know, I just met him to help measure the windows to make curtains for our new floor. Could you give me a hand? Sure, if you have nothing better to do."

 "Well, if we don't have to make a lot of efforts. I just don't feel so good."

 "Okay, I'll pick you up in five minutes. I send you a message with WhatsApp, and you get off.

After six minutes, he got the message and came down. On the way to Rita and Andres' flat, they were talking about how their lives were going. Sabino asked her that when they were planning to get married. She replied that, for now, they had to furnish the flat and that they didn't have a wedding date.

When they arrived, they went up to the ninth floor. Rita took out the keys. She was surprised I didn't have all the laps. As they entered, they heard moans and screams from the bedroom. She came in and asked who was there, followed by Sabino. They went up to the master chamber. There they met Sabino's wife, sitting on top of Andrew. Sabino looked at his wife in disgust. Without saying anything, he turned around and left. From the doorway, he heard Rita's screams that she used her entire slum-bass dictionary to insult her future husband. He also heard how his name was lost in the echo of those empty rooms:

"Sabino, Sabino, Sabino..."

 He didn't wait for the elevator. He went down the stairs looking for an explanation of what he had seen, but did not find it. 

"His wife with Andrew."

He couldn't believe it. Now he understood many things, just now. He remembered that day, when she introduced him to an old friend, Andrew and his beautiful new girlfriend, Rita. Those looks, those rubs, those words. Everything fit together, piece by piece, like the most perfect of puzzles.

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El lenguaje escrito y el lenguaje hablado

Me pareció curioso el nombre de esta calle, con las dos formas de que estaba escrita, una como se escribe y la otra como la pronunciamos los canarios y los hispanoamericanos.

Siempre me gustó la sangre fresca

¡Bicho asqueroso!

Ese fue el grito que oí al recibir el golpe. Luego perdí el conocimiento. Cuando desperté no sabía dónde estaba. Intenté incorporarme, pero no pude. Todavía tenía el conocido sabor a sangre en mi boca, ese sabor tan característico, que cuando los saboreas no puedes dejar de hacerlo. Lo reconozco. Me gusta el sabor de la sangre.

Al poco me pude recuperar. Estaba tirado sobre la mesa de la cocina y sus palabras aún retumbaban en mi cerebro:

¡Bicho asqueroso!

Oía su voz en la lejanía, como si estuviera entretenido en algún lugar de su habitáculo. Estoy seguro de que me dio por muerto. El golpe que me asestó fue directo y duro, pero que equivocado estaba. Volví a levantarme con mucha dificultad. Me temblaban las piernas y no veía con claridad. Me senté en la mesa, hasta que me recuperé del todo.

Sin dudarlo un instante, me dirigí hacia él. Atravesé la cocina y llegué al salón. Él estaba sentado frente al televisor. A mí solo me interesaba su cuello, porque el olor a sangre me llamaba. Me acerqué sigilosamente, intentando hace el menor ruido posible. El sonido siempre nos acaba delatando. Aterricé cerca de su yugular y le volví a chupar la sangre, porque a que nosotros, los mosquitos tigre, siempre nos gustó la sangre, aunque perdamos la vida en ello. Nosotros, como los escorpiones, nos puede el carácter.

Esta vez ni se percató de mi presencia y le pude chupar la sangre a gusto, hasta que me harté y volé a buscar otra víctima propiciatoria.

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Flor del bicácaro canario

Esta es una flor endémica de las Islas Canarias cuyo nombre científico es canarina canariensis, más conocida como bicácaro canario y tiene la particularidad que, una vez caído el capullo, el fruto interno es comestible.

This is an endemic flower of the Canary Islands whose scientific name is canarina canariensis, better known as bicacaro canary and has the peculiarity that, once the cocoon has fallen, the internal fruit is edible.

Resistiendo los envites de la calle

Muchas bicicletas son víctimas de los desalmados, pero ellas resisten como jabatas.

Pensando en dar un paseo en primavera

Los coches antiguos siempre me han gustado. Hubo una época, en la adolescencia, en que me apasionaban los Rolls Royce descapotables.

I've always liked vintage cars. There was a time, in adolescence, when I was passionate about the Rolls Royce convertibles.