Belleza arquitectónica colonial

En la isla de La Palma hay muchos edificios tan bellos como este que transportan a la época colonial.

Caín

I was sitting in front of the bonfire. He watched as the fire crackled and consumed the last reeds. I was hoping the time would come. I couldn't stop crying, remembering what had happened. 

However, he had to go back to the present. He looked in his pockets for the menu of that rotten restaurant where he had scored the key. The paper was dyed with the blood of his brother Hans. He couldn't help the fight. His brother assaulted him. He accused him of wanting to keep all the money from his parents' inheritance. He defended himself. He pushed him and Hans fell flat on his face, cracking his skull. He fled to the sea without looking back. He couldn't get the image of his dead brother out of his head. He would never forgive himself for that crime. It was an unfortunate accident. He looked at the clock, the bank would be open by then.

Photo source:    Pixabay  

Solo cartas de amor

Sí, solo esas nos salvarán de la extinción.

Yeah, only those will save us from extinction.

Déjame andar junto ti

Déjame andar junto a ti, acompañando a tu sombra, atada a ella, como si de un perro se tratara.

Déjame perseguir el perfume de tu cuerpo, ese que cultivas en las noches y que regalas en las mañanas.

Déjame recostarme a tu lado, para sentir el hálito de tu alma e intentar retenerlo en mi memoria.

Déjame descubrir tus montes, tus selvas y tus cuevas, siguiendo la brújula de tus gemidos.

Déjame, al fin, estar junto a ti, para ser más de lo que soy y convertirme en la ola eterna de tu playa.

Fuente de la foto: propia

Una mirada inocente

Los gatos pequeños tienen una mirada muy tierna y este te mira como si te preguntará ¿salimos a jugar?

The little cats have a very tender look and this one looks at you as if he's going to ask you,"Shall we go out and play?

The moon and the anchorite

An anchorite asked the moon about the roads she had yet to travel in her life. The moon wasn't surprised. It was not the first time a human spoke to her and she had never answered them. But, that scrawny old man, who only had a dirty loincloth, a staff and a dried pumpkin, seemed worthy of his answer. So he replied:

"I don't know about the ways of human life. I only understand of grow and wane, of go out and hide, of tides and of some eclipses. That's what I care and worry about. But for what it's worth, I once heard from a human sage, many years ago, that the paths you traveled were like books. You always end up learning something from them." 

The anchorite was satisfied with the answer. He understood what that wise man had said. He had learned a lot from the twenty years he had been in that lonely cave. So he got up, took his staff and dried pumpkin and went out to try to learn something about the roads he had yet to walk.

Photo source: own

Antigua centralita de teléfono

La tecnología avanza día a día y lo que ayer era imposible, hoy nos parece de lo más cotidiano.