A pleasant mix of smells of cinnamon, apple, banana leaves and seasonings coming from the kitchen; interacted harmoniously with the unmistakable smell of fresh pine, recently spread all over the floor of the house, forming the magical CHRISTMAS perfume.
HAPPY BOY….

Sentado sobre una mesa vacía, sosteniendo en mi mano derecha un bolsito lleno de monedas, con la mirada fija sobre la rockola de la única cantina que había en mi barrio. Pensaba en…, ¿Cuál sería la próxima canción que seleccionaría para escuchar? Mientras mi corazón se agitaba y la sangre de mis venas enardecía al compás de la música. Tenía aproximadamente nueve años y no conocía la palabra vergüenza. Así que sin importar lo que los borrachos dijeran, yo cantaba a todo pulmón siguiendo las notas musicales de la canción que sonaba en ese momento.
THE LARK OF THE EAST. (Part VII)
In an instant, their gazes intertwined. Manuel said nothing when he was discovered by Lark. The strong impression that Lark received when seeing her father cheat on Hilda, caused her heart to clench full of disappointment, wrapped in an unpleasant acidity that ate away at her feelings.
THE LARK OF THE EAST. (Part IV)
Lark had a resentful expression on her face. Resentment that penetrated her skin, traveling rapidly through her veins until it reached her heart. Transforming her in a dramatic way, until she stopped looking like a girl and became a harpy capable of hurting with a vehement desire.
THE LARK OF THE EAST. (Part III)
Perhaps it seems contradictory to only speak of how time can pass slowly for people who suffer from a disease; or time that can pass as fast as a shooting star, for those who are immersed in their own world, enjoying a happy life, without perceiving the pain of others that can often be mitigated with a SMILE.
REENCUENTRO
Se que no he estado escribiendo con frecuencia y para los que me han preguntado, ¿Por qué? Quiero decirles que he estado trabajando en la edición de mi libro “El Aguanima de Peten” y al mismo tiempo en el proceso de conversión de “El rey de la granja” en libro. Muy pronto ambos libros serán publicados. Pero aquí les comparto esta publicación que escribí una noche cuando soñé que mi cuñado y su pequeña hija se reencontraban después de mucho tiempo de estar separados.
INCOMPREHENSION

The COVID-19 pandemic has come as a thief in the night, SILENT, RAPACIOUS AND DESTRUCTIVE, moving slowly. Without feet or shoes, it does not make any noise, becoming completely UNNOTICED.
PEPE’S HENS (Part IV)
Two shadows were reflected on one of the walls, one was the shadow of Mrs. Lola and the other was the shadow of a fat hen with a long featherless neck. It seemed as if they were facing each other like they were talking. The flames of fire that came out from under the comal lit up the interior of the kitchen causing the shadows on the wall to move in undulating motion due to the heat from the flames.
THE FOURTH SPIRIT OF CHRISTMAS (Part I)
The first time I watched the movie “A Christmas Carol”, I was a child of approximately 8 years old and I was captivated by the movie from the beginning to the end, but it left me with the feeling that the movie was incomplete because to my way of thinking that the movie ended abruptly, simply with a brief explanation of what happened on Christmas Day and the following years after Ebenezer changed his ways. From then until today, I have waited patiently for a second part of the film and after all these years I have grown tired of waiting for another part of the famous book that had yet to be written, so I have decided to make my own version of the ending to “A Christmas Carol” and I have titled it:
LA NIÑA DE MIS OJOS (Parte VI)
A partir de entonces la actitud de mis hijas cambio totalmente, casi siempre estaban de mal humor, con rebeldía comenzaron a contestarme mal cada vez que trataba de corregirlas, rechazaban la comida y se quejaban por todo. El comportamiento de ellas hacia mi novia se volvió despectivo e irrespetuoso. Cuando se portaban mal corrían a esconderse a sus cuartos y si yo las seguía mi pequeña traviesa se interponía desafiante bloqueándome el paso, parándose en medio del pasillo.
