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El beso suspendido

Posted on 23/06/2019 by calev2

20161122_101712 El beso se quedó suspendido, en medio de un apretón de manos y un abrazo y tras aquel estentóreo “Cristina” que la había hecho volv erse en la acera.
–¡Dios mío, qué alegría! ¿Cuánto tiempo hace? ¿Veinte años? El tiempo pasa tan rápido que uno no se da cuenta.

El hombre le sonreía abiertamente y ella le correspondía aunque sentía un calor incómodo que le descendía desde las orejas hasta las mejillas.
–Soy Julián, querida Cristina, aunque ahora me esconda tras estas canas –continuó él mientras se pasaba la mano por el pelo.
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Saying Goodbye without Leaving – Our next outdoor reading

Posted on 15/06/2019 by Yves

Sunday 23 June on 3:00 p.m.
Writingbrussels is back with more stories: Saying Goodbye without Leaving.

Join us on Parc d’Egmont near Porte de Namur (you will find us close to the park entrance along boulevard de Waterloo) (map)

Carrying Within

Posted on 08/06/2019 by Katarina

I knew, I always knew there was more to life than what meets the eye. My eye mostly met a tiny two-and half bedroom flat where nobody can avoid anybody and only on rare occasions of being home alone one can feel there is some space to breathe. On the western side of the flat the view was rather open: I saw a hill with a TV tower, a town skyline in the distance and the sky itself and there was a promise of a large world. From the eastern side of the flat I saw a long apartment building painted in brick-red. The Chinese wall, as I named the structure, blocked all the view. The sky was just a sliver of blue or grey. In the flat I spent many hours of my childhood, faintly knowing:

I gotta-get-out-of-here-one-day.

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Vivre avec son ennemi

Posted on 20/05/2019 by writingbrussels

Illustration : Klára Valentová

« Il faut abattre cet arbre, déclare Sylvia avec conviction en observant le cerisier depuis la fenêtre de la cuisine.
– Il nous gâche la vue et il fait sombre dans la maison », rajoute-t-elle.
Son mari, allongé sur le canapé du salon avec le journal, feint de ne pas l’entendre. Il ne veut pas gâcher cette paisible atmosphère dominicale, magnifiée par la délicieuse odeur de poulet qui émane de la cuisine.
« Je vais chez Luc ! » crie Jean, leur fils, en sortant de la maison. Continue reading →

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I will be with you again

Posted on 13/05/2019 by gaelle6

« All is quiet on New Year’s Day

A world in white gets underway

I want to be with you

Be with you night and day

Nothing changes on New Year’s Day

…On New Year’s Day »

Danny was singing while he walked along the countryside road that led to the farmhouse of Alicia’s parents. In his earphones, Bono from U2 sang to him that “he would be with her again ♪”. He smiled and repeated the words softly. The picket fence encircling the property appeared against the ghostly winter sky; soon it would be snowing. He slid his hand on the wood of the fence and followed it until he came to an old rusty gate. On a branch above him, a crow let out a low croak, looking at him curiously. Danny turned off his music and hoisted himself over the gate. As if she was expecting him, Molly, the family’s sheepdog, trotted towards him and wagged her tail happily. Danny kneeled down and patted her back: “hello girl, take me to Alicia will you?”

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