Dare to Read

March 19, 2012

Where Ideas Come From – 7

From Bécquer Eternal by Carmen Ferreiro-Esteban

 

Outside the window, coming down Main, a blue BMW convertible waited at the light. As I watched, the roof rolled back and the sun poured inside the car, on the black hair and pale skin of the man who claimed to be Becquer. I held my breath, afraid that he would burst into flames. Across the distance, Becquer smiled and, in my head, I heard his laughter, a clear sound of childish joy. Before I could react, the light turned green and,with a slight movement of his hand, he shifted gears, and, disappeared in a blur of blue.

 

Bécquer Eterno
Un descapotable azul parado frente al semáforo me llamó la atención. Mientras lo miraba, el techo del mismo se abrió y el sol entró a raudales dentro del coche, bañando con su luz el pelo oscuro y la piel pálida del hombre que decía ser Bécquer. Contuve mi respiración, temiendo quizás que fuera a estallar en llamas. Bécquer miró en mi dirección y en mi mente escuché su risa, una risa clara de alegría infantil. Antes de que pudiese reaccionar, el semáforo se puso verde y, con un ligero movimiento de la mano, Bécquer cambió de marcha, y desapareció en un relámpago azul.

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