miércoles, 30 de octubre de 2013

The right side of the reality.


He was alone, lay on the bed. He was watching to the holding wall clock which made a rhythmical sound: tic, tac. All the time the same sound. Once, twice, three times. It was getting crazy to him. Beyond the window the sky was grey and it was filled with clouds. It seems like if was going to rain in a few minutes. Beside him, close to his skin, one black cat was sleeped. It was breathing calmly. There was nothing important to it. Its name was Kafka. It has been with him for six years. In fact, at the beginning, it has been with him and his wife whom name was Alejandra. However, one day, without a reason, she had disappeared. Simply, when he woke up, she had left. There were no cards, letters, messages or phone calls. Of course, he called the police and her family, but nobody knew where she could have gone. The police hadn’t any clue either. In a few months everyone had forgotten her, even her own family. Everyone thought she was dead. There even was a burial, although the coffin had been empty. Finally, He had forgotten her too.
It had been so till the last night. Just till He dreamed with her. Inside the dreamlike world, she was alive and she’s still loved him. She was like he reminded her: her long brunette hair, her blue eyes, her pale skin. She was running along a beautiful countryside filled with trees. Green grass cover any meter of the place. It was wonderful. In dreams, He ran behind her, he tried to get her, but He couldn’t do it. His legs were too heavy, like if they were made of steel or stone. He tried to reach her, but it was impossible. Finally, just before to wake up, She told to him: «If you wish to see me again and if you would like to stay with me again, you should kill the cat and eat its heart. After that, you should await for me in the right side of the reality».
It had happened one hour ago. Now, It was 3.33 am. He didn’t know that was «the right side of the reality», but He was convinced that He could find it. The first step was kill the cat and eat its heart. He had been thinking about the best way to do it. Finally, he had decided killing it with a little gum which He keeped in a wardrove. So he simply shooted it. The cat was dead few seconds later. After that, he took the cat and one knife and went to the bathroom, where he put the cat inside the bath and took the heart of the beast. With the cat’s heart in his hands, he was one minute motionless. He couln’t make any move: actually He just kill his own cat. Then He ate it. The taste of it was surprinsingly good. When He had eaten the cat’s heart, He just waited but nothing happened. Five minutes, ten, fifteen, one hour. Everything was in the same way. Nothing had changed.

He let out one sigh. Then he came back to the room, more anxious because He didn’t know what to do. Suddenly, He had an idea. He believed that He had found the answer. He took the gum, filled the bath with water, went inside and when the water covered him completely, he shooted himself.
Now, He was in the right side of the reality.


I was bored, lay on the bed, when I've tought, why don't I write something to my blog? And that is the reason why I am here writing this stupid text. In a few days, I will record a video, probably in English and Spanish, where I will talk about my published novels. Furthermore, you will be able to see and know me. You will be able to se my face, finally.

In four days, it will be five months since I arrived to London. They have been five amazing months where I've lived, worked and written aswell. Currently, I am writing two novels. One of them is a surrealistic story, the kind of book that I write. The other one is a black novel with murderers, policemen and that kind of things.

I don't know when they will be finished. I'd like to finish the surrealistic one this year. Before Christmas if it is possible. But who knows. By now, I've written 15.000 words and it will have around 40.000. So I cannot promise you anything, but hopefully I will have a new novel to the new year.

I want to tell you that I will translate my own novel in the next weeks, I am talking about Las mariposas aletean tres veces al atardecer. I'm pretty sure It is not gonna be the best translation, but I will to do as best as I could. A lot of things to do :)

I don't have anything else to say (or write), so we'll be in touch. Have a nice day, blogonautas!

domingo, 27 de octubre de 2013

Yo, Raúl.

Hola a todos, mis queridos blogonautas. Sé que os tengo abandonados, pero es que no tengo grandes cosas que contar. Continúa mi relación con la web Elretroconsolero, de la que ya van cuatro artículos publicados y un quinto está en el horno, a la espera de su momento.

En cuanto a mi vida londinense, todo va genial. Son casi cinco meses ya. Trabajando y viviendo, que no es poco. Mi inglés es bastante potable y, supongo, que irá mejorando sobre la marcha. Cuando consigues mantener una conversación con una chica de Londres y una irlandesa, la cosa va bien :)

En cuanto a mi faceta literaria, ahí sigo. Últimamente leo bastante. Terminé la bilogía de Murakami compuesta por La caza del carnero salvaje y Baila, baila, baila. Me gustaron bastante, tanto que me reconciliaron en parte con el autor. Supongo que hasta nueva decepción. Ya sabéis de mi relación amor-odio con él. Ahora estoy con El océano al final del camino, de Neil Gaiman. O, más bien, con The ocean at the end of the lane, ya que lo estoy leyendo en inglés. También escribo. Despacio, sin prisas. Tengo entre manos una nueva novela corta de corte surrealista (llevo unas 15.000 palabrejas) y una policíaca, con 10.000 palabras en su haber. Antes de final de año espero tener acabada la surrealista. La otra, ya veremos.

Ya sabéis que podéis seguirme en twitter, donde estoy mucho más activo. Aun así, prometo seguir contando las novedades que pueda haber.

¡Un abrazo!