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TALES BY AYMER
( Aymer Waldir Zuluaga Miranda COL - LOS CUENTOS POR AYMER )
BACKLIGHTING.
She insisted: blue is the color of fortune. Cautious, I saw it brown. Her powerful voice was not enough to convince me, nor her rational arguments clarified the tone. Suddenly, she lead me with subtility toward the light, and my eyes, used to shades, saw by a thousandth of a second direct clarity that turned them blind.
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YEARNING
With sweet voice, the fairy said: "make a wish, blow the candles and close your eyes to fulfill it". He closed his eyes, blew the candles, asked for the wish and there was no fairy, after opening them.
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PRISONER OF FEAR
The iron bars of the windows let the light in, without letting the light go out then. The four walls of watered down color contained the panic of the twenty captives. Standing in front of his companions of confinement, the afraid Julian tried to contain the persistent dripping that already demonstrated an amber pool in the floor tiles. Very late he listened the voice that acquited him of fault, ordered him to erase the board and sent him again to his desk to continue the class.
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BLOTCH AND COUNT AGAIN
He slowly delimited the contour of the figure with the chalk and immediately remembered when long ago, his firm hand guided him by the olive board. He evoked the lessons of wide and long, distributed volume and magnitude in the very old school by the wonderful professor. Then he erased the limits drawn up and drew wide circle, that included the corpse in his total dimension.
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LACK OF APPETITE
Indifferent upon the keyboard of his typewriter, he took his pencil, but either he does not manage to stain the innocence of the paper. Lethargic, he turns on the computer and the titillating cursor invites him to press any key, but he turns it off, apathetic. Impassible, he opens his note notebook looking for passion but doesn´t find it. Defeated, He goes to the refrigerator and doesn´t take anything, exhausted lies down next to his lover, but his desire doesn´t wake up either . He yawns then, without asking which appetite lost first.
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FLAT SCREEN
When he yawned, the remote control was still there
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ARCHAEOLOGIST
He dug all night to find that the other side hide the day
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EVIDENCE
Then Eva left the donkey´s jaw in the hand of the sleepy Caín.