Narrativa impresionista. Lecturas. Ejercicios, improvisaciones de impresionismo.

 In a cave of salt, of his own stubborn will, he locked himself in with a defiant attitude to question the duration of infinity. He sought answers in the cold, damp silence, where echoes of his thoughts ricocheted against the stone walls like lost souls searching for a way out. The flickering light of a lone candle cast shadows that danced, taunting him with glimpses of possibilities. Was infinity merely a vast emptiness, or did it cradle secrets untold? With each passing moment, the weight of his introspection bore down, transforming the cavern into a crucible of revelation. In solitude, he confronted the insignificance of the ephemeral against the eternal, wrestling with the notion that perhaps the truest understanding lay not in answers, but in the relentless pursuit of the question itself. The air thickened with uncertainty as he reached deeper into the abyss of his consciousness grappling with the fabric of existence threaded by longing and regret. Shadows twisted into familiar shapes whispering memories once thought forgotten and dreams abandoned for the sake of mundanity. Each flicker of the candlelight ignited a spark of resolve He would not succumb to despair Instead he would embrace the chaos around him recognizing that within this turmoil lay the fragments of truth waiting to be woven into his own narrative a tapestry of experience threaded with understanding that only came from daring to ask and to seek and to find meaning in the shadows. With renewed determination he stepped forward into the darkness his steps echoing like a heartbeat in the void. Each footfall ignited a flicker of hope a reminder that even in the bleakest corners of existence light could still be found. Sometimes it whispered through the cracks of despair sometimes it roared like a wildfire but he intended to welcome it all He raised his gaze to the flickering flame that cast a glow upon the visage of the unknown daring it to reveal itself. He would embrace the journey knowing that every question, every uncertainty was a stepping stone into the heart of his own becoming. And as he navigated deeper the shadows began to recede revealing glimpses of a broader horizon illuminated by an inner light he had long neglected. Each heartbeat resonated with the pulse of the universe igniting an understanding that he was both the seeker and the sought an intertwining of paths leading him to the realization that in the dance of questions and answers lay the essence of life itself. He moved forward no longer afraid of the darkness but fueled by a newfound clarity knowing that the journey was not just about finding light but learning to dance within its embrace. In this embrace he became alight with possibility every question a step in a grand ballet of existence weaving him into the cosmos itself. The stars above called to him drawing back the veil of isolation as he recognized the interconnectedness of all things. Each doubt transformed into a partner in this intricate dance guiding him toward understanding that every experience contributed to the symphony of his life He beckoned the darkness closer letting it swirl around him not as a threat but as a canvas on which to project his hopes and dreams fueling his ascent into the boundless expanse of self-discovery that awaited him. As he surrendered to this cosmic choreography a deep peace settled within him harmonizing with the rhythm of his breath. Each moment unfolded like petals revealing hidden truths that had remained dormant within the corridors of his mind. He was learning that the edges of his fears could soften into opportunities and that vulnerability was not a weakness but a bridge toward profound connection. With each question he asked the canvas transformed swirling with colors of understanding illuminating the once impenetrable shadows as he realized that in every inquiry there lay not just an answer but a new realm of existence waiting to be explored. He felt the universe pulse around him an ever-expanding tapestry woven from the threads of curiosity and understanding As he embraced the questions that lingered like whispers in the twilight he sensed the shifting nature of reality itself. Each inquiry drew him closer to the heartbeat of existence revealing patterns in the chaos that had eluded him before. In this sacred space he began to see that every heartbeat echoed with echoes of ancient wisdom that transcended time and space urging him to continue this dance with the unknown. For within every uncertainty lay the promise of transformation waiting to be unveiled. And so he twirled within this vastness allowing the rhythms of the cosmos to guide him embracing the fluidity of his journey. Each step a ritual of awakening unlocking doors within his spirit that he never knew existed. He understood that the dance was not merely for himself but for all who had come before and those yet to tread this path. Together they formed a circle of seekers bound by the threads of inquiry illuminating the way forward. With every inhale he drew in the fragments of experience scattered like stardust across the universe and with every exhale he released his fears transforming them into the very light that would lead him home. He moved with grace through the currents of time and space where questions wove themselves into constellations guiding the lost and weary each step pulsating with the energy of creation. He felt the essence of each moment crystallizing into pearls of wisdom that shimmered in the abyss urging him to listen to the silent language of the universe that spoke in riddles and dreams. As he surrendered further into this dance he found joy rising within like the dawn breaking through the night illuminating the path ahead. He was not merely a seeker he was the embodiment of the quest itself a living testament to the power of inquiry and the eternal search for meaning. With each revelation he became more attuned to the harmony around him tracing the contours of existence as they unfolded like a grand symphony. Each note resonated with uncharted possibilities calling him to embrace the unknown as a companion rather than a foe. He realized that the questions he had once feared were the very keys to unlocking the doorways of understanding the gateways to deeper connections with others and the cosmos He surrendered to the flow feeling the pulse of life course through him intertwining destinies in a collective journey where every question ignited a spark of creation together lighting the way into an endless horizon of potential.

 There was for some years, during the Middle Ages, in Europe, a maleficent epidemic of rabies, of animal origin, which spread the fury of thirst both in villages, cities, along roads, throughout the expanse of forests. The inhabitants, terrified, began to see in every shadow a possible carrier of the disease, and paranoia took over hearts. The peasants, dressed in the rags of their poverty, locked themselves in their houses, while the once bustling villages turned into echoes of despair. The moon, which used to illuminate the paths, was now a silent witness of the spreading fear, because, with each night, tales of horrifying transformations arose. The insatiable thirst, a symbol of the delirium that accompanied the infected, spread like a shadow, threatening to erase the line between the being and the monster. In the marketplace, once filled with laughter and trade, only whispers of dread lingered, as if the air itself had thickened with the weight of impending doom. The elders gathered in the dim light of the tavern, their faces pale and drawn, sharing tales of those who had succumbed to the plague. With each passing day, the crops withered, and even the river seemed to murmur in anguish. Desperate minds turned to ancient superstitions, rituals long abandoned, seeking a glimmer of hope in the darkness that enveloped them, striving to reclaim the light of their forgotten humanity. As the chill of despair deepened, a figure cloaked in tattered robes appeared at the edges of the village, a whisper of salvation or further peril. The air crackled with anticipation as the villagers regarded the newcomer with a mix of suspicion and longing. "I have seen the darkness and the light," the figure proclaimed, their voice a haunting melody that drew the frightened hearts closer. With trembling hands, they produced a vial filled with a shimmering liquid, promising a cure but shrouded in uncertainty. Hope flickered briefly, yet dread lingered, as the choice weighed heavily against the backdrop of their agitation. In that moment, the crowd held its breath, caught between the allure of salvation and the fear of deception. Perhaps this elixir was a balm for their suffering or a siren's call to their doom. The elders exchanged wary glances, their wisdom battling with desperation. Was this stranger a healer or a harbinger of more despair? As whispers swirled around the gathering, a child stepped forward, drawing gasps from the crowd. With wide eyes, untainted by fear, they reached for the vial, embodying a courage that had long been buried under the weight of despair. The village held its breath, waiting. The figure paused, their gaze softening as they looked down at the child, a flicker of recognition passing like a fleeting shadow. "Courage," they murmured, "Is both a gift and a burden." The villagers felt the tension shift, hearts yearning for the innocence that the child represented. With trembling resolve, the child grasped the vial, lifting it high as if to pierce the veil of dread that enveloped them. "Let us choose hope," the child declared, their voice ringing clear and true, igniting a spark in the collective heart of the crowd. Slowly, others began to step forward, emboldened by the purity of that single act. A ripple of energy coursed through the crowd, igniting long-buried hopes. One by one, the villagers stepped forward, their voices blending into a chorus of resolve. "We will not cower in fear," they proclaimed. "We will seize this chance." The figure nodded, understanding their unspoken bond. As the moonlight bathed them in silver, the weight of the vial fell less heavily in the child’s hand. With a deep breath, the child uncorked the vial, a brilliant light spilling forth, illuminating faces that once wore masks of despair. In that moment, the darkness began to retreat, trembling before their unity. As the light danced around them, revealing the once-hidden beauty of their surroundings, the villagers felt an awakening. Laughter, long silenced, began to rise in joyous notes, mingling with the light as it breathed life into their weary spirits. The figure smiled, seeing hope blossom where fear had taken root. "Remember," they urged, "courage is a choice—and together, you possess the strength to forge a new path." With a renewed sense of purpose, the villagers gathered around the light, ready to face the shadows that still loomed, united in their determination to reclaim their lives and heal their land. Yet, as the first rays of dawn broke through the remnants of the night, a lingering doubt clung to the air. Shadows still lingered at the edges of their hearts, whispering of lurking dangers. The village elder, wise and aged, stepped forward, his voice steady yet soft. "Let us not forget the lessons of the past," he cautioned, "for the road to recovery is fraught with trials." The villagers nodded, feeling the weight of his words. They resolved to stand vigilant, embracing their hope while preparing for the many challenges ahead, ready to nurture the fragile light they had ignited. They began to forge a plan, uniting their skills and strengths, determined to confront whatever darkness might still threaten their home. Women gathered herbs from the surrounding woods, men reinforced the borders of the village, and children filled the air with laughter, their innocence a shield against despair. In the heart of the village, they planted seeds, not just in the soil but in their hearts—a promise to nurture life together. Each sunrise became a testament to their resilience, a reminder that hope, once sparked, could ignite a fire powerful enough to burn away the shadows that had haunted them for too long. As the weeks passed, the village transformed, each day unfolding a tale of renewal. The crops flourished under the careful hands of the villagers, laughter woven into the fabric of their daily lives. Yet whispers of the past still coursed through the air, a reminder of what they had overcome. One evening, as the sun dipped low, casting golden hues over the horizon, the figure returned, standing at the edge of the village. "You have done well," they said, their voice resonating like a gentle breeze. "But remember, the journey of healing is endless. Always cherish your unity."

By Carlos del Puente