El arte del reflejo: un descubrimiento bruselense

En tiempos remotos, tanto que no ha quedado registro escrito de ello, vivía en el actual emplazamiento de Bruselas, que entonces era un gran bosque, un pueblo pragmático y poco dispuesto a la reflexión que pasaba lo más claro de sus días recolectando bayas u hongos, y corriendo la liebre, para tener con qué alimentarse.

Como sus mañanas y sus tardes eran un puro andar, casi sin darse cuenta recorrían enormes distancias, a menudo en redondo, volviendo adonde sabían que había arbustos con frutos o se escondían animalejos, y dormían donde los encontrara la noche, a la intemperie, a lo sumo improvisando un colchón con hojas. Pero, de vez en cuando, imperceptiblemente, la inercia de sus pasos los alejaba de su territorio. Continue reading

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The Night of Keira

This was the night that inspired the story.

St. Gilles was drowning in the darkness of a late autumn evening and damped in a cold rain. That – plus the late pandemic era made the neighbourhood, otherwise lively, a half-deserted place. The pubs were open for those who could flash a safety ticket on the screen to the weary faces of waiters. The clandestine bars stayed more hidden, but that is another story. Sometimes a tram passed with its distinct heavy energy bringing people from a place to a place.

Two women walking down the Avenue Brugmann approached a small gathering of people with drums. Viva Cuba Libre! A young man shouted in a megaphone turned towards the other side of the street. “We are protesting against a recent arrest of opposition politicians,” the man told the women. No windows lit in the embassy building. A building in a row of others, a Cuban flag flaccid, limp, like a male sex organ after an intercourse. How can something so proud, even menacing, like a male sex organ and a flag, turn into a touchingly soft and damp thing? The penises of the protesting guys were safely placed in the warmth of the pants. How many executions, arrests, tortures were going on around the globe in many countries? Despite the sinister cause, the little party of boys and girls here was jolly, eager, and vibrant. Poor weather, good to be out anyway. Viva Cuba Libre. The women talked with them for a while and then continued their road. Towards Parvis St. Gilles; it was lighter and sounder at the square where poetry is read, beer is drunk and buffets serve delicious lamb koftas with slender art-nouveau building looming over the diversity.

The two women entered a spacious lobby of a community culture centre. Out of the rain, into a sharper light. They looked at each other.

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La chambre promise

Cette passion secrète habitait Jean depuis l’adolescence. Lorsqu’il vit Maria Gloriotti dans un spectacle pour la première fois, à treize ans, il comprit qu’il assistait à quelque chose qui dépassait la simple dimension de la danse. Les muscles de Maria, à peine dessinés sous son costume moulant, propulsaient la danseuse dans des hauteurs insoupçonnées. Envoûtante et vénéneuse, elle évoluait sur scène telle une prêtresse païenne, possédée par une force surnaturelle. Continue reading

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L´histoire de ma douche

Le plombier déclare jovialement : « Ça prendra au moins trois jours pour changer la douche. Il faut commencer par tout casser ! »
Devinant mon désespoir, il ajoute sur un ton rassurant : « Ne vous inquiétez pas, tout va très bien se passer. À demain ! »
L’idée de vivre dans le bruit et la poussière pendant trois jours m’angoisse profondément. Étant de nature plutôt introvertie, j’aspire au calme et à la solitude. Or, un ouvrier dans la maison est toujours une source d’ennuis imprévisibles. Continue reading

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This is the last time

This is the last time…” Eddy told himself exasperated. He slid his diving goggles over his eyes. The summer sun was now high in the sky and he could feel himself sweating under his diving suit. Parking in this neighbourhood at this time of the year was impossible so he had left his working van three blocks away. The highest slide of the Aquapark came gradually into focus on top of the rooftops as he made his way towards it. Continue reading

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