The Radio Lanzarote-Onda Cero Short Story Contest, dedicated in its tenth edition to the Tourist Centers, continues to receive stories.
The deadline to participate in the contest will remain open until August 31. Until then, those interested can send their stories to the email concursorelatos@lanzarotemedia.net, with a maximum length of 100 words, including the title if it has one.
On this occasion, it is proposed to write a story that takes place inside one of the Tourist Centers of Lanzarote, whether it is the Fire Mountains, Jameos del Agua, the Cueva de los Verdes, the Farmer's Monument, the Cactus Garden, the Mirador del Río or the MIAC-Castillo de San José.
Each author may send a maximum of five stories, which may be signed with a pseudonym, although they must always indicate a name and contact telephone number. The stories will be published in order of receipt in La Voz de Lanzarote and will be read in the 'Reading on the Radio' section of Radio Lanzarote-Onda Cero.
The decision of the contest, which will be made public in the second half of September, will be made by a jury made up of journalists from Radio Lanzarote-Onda Cero and La Voz de Lanzarote. The winner will receive a prize of a weekend for two people at the Hotel Boutique Isla y el Mar in Puerto del Carmen, while the second prize will consist of a dinner for two people at the Castillo de San José and the third prize winner will receive a meal for two people at the Farmer's Monument.
In addition, on this occasion there will also be a prize for the fourth classified, who will be able to enjoy a Premium experience in the Tourist Centers.
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Yesterday you and I loved each other gracioso, as volcano and fire love each other. As the sea sighs in the wind, as the earth sighs in the rye. We were passion and joy, we were youth and moment. Today a river separates us and from a viewpoint I contemplate you. Today we have nothing left, except a beautiful memory. A memory that is not ours, because it belongs to time. Others will live their idyll but never like ours. Goodbye forever gracioso, until the dream reunites us.
Life
From the bowels of the earth sprang fire, seas of lava and grayish ashes.
Now, a present adorned with volcanic landscapes, unimaginable forms arranged in a whimsical way. Crazy ochres soaking the winding paths.
The reflection of her face could be glimpsed in the glass of the bus. Meanwhile, her amazement accelerated during the journey. It was the beginning of a new direction away from the tears and terrors of the past.
She gently caressed her bulging belly. From her interior beat Life. Everything began in that lunar scene without abandoning her beloved Earth.
The lucky labyrinth
An eternal fantasy, of my human condition, of those elements and their harmony, of their intention and understanding, and a neatness that confuses spaces and at the same time combine. At its entrance it transports me and in its stay it shelters me... It is my habitat a dark mirror that is water, a smooth white between the mantle and abrupt gray, and of all this, a robust wood that is craved in my home.
San José
The taxi was going at a slow speed towards the Castillo de San José, Jazmín poked her head out the window and trembled at the imposing memory of her deceased love.
She wondered, How could a simple Castle hold so much love with the current of the sea?
The weather was hot, the current of the sea filled her with joy, but she was missing something and it was the conejero who had filled her heart with pure love with the flavor of Canarian gofio.
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How much has passed since that day.
-A long time
-I didn't think I'd see you again
-The Mirador Del Río has such a beautiful landscape to admire that I'm still getting lost in your eyes.
Let's escape from this crazy world.
-I can't, don't run away, here we have everything we need, this is admirable, you can feel the Peace, we can be happy.
-We will be.
-Well, it looks like it's going to rain.
-Let's get soaked!
They met and still had magical places to go.
I don't know if it was because of Jameos or because of the Cueva de los Verdes, but I remember seeing them sometime.
The tunnel of dreams
Into its entrails I go
and the north is no longer any place;
The surprise is the motive
and no matter how much I want to look for it,
I never guess it.
A spectacle, a landscape, lead me to the curiosity they entail and a capricious harmony.
And I discover myself in an invocative thought:...
of who we are and who we were;
of his gratitude and respect;
and of two works of art:
man and his spaces.
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The best kept secret is the silence of the laughter from behind the mirror. There are those who leave the Cueva de los Verdes smiling with their mystery under their arm, either in the wind, or in the car going down to Arrecife, but that is the illusion, which is telepathic. Whoever visits is divided in two. One part is an accomplice to the secret in real life. The other lives under water, accompanied by the halves of ancient strangers, looking with giggles at the new visitors, who always walk thinking that they are going to fall and disappear.
Monument to the peasant
I arrive walking, sweaty and tired, I raise my eyes, I am surprised: a white and extraordinary monument, monopolizes my gaze, I turn off the radio.
I approach, climbing amazed by the pointed, rounded, concave shapes, as if they were from another world.
A smell of fertile countryside invades me, leaving me with a strange sensation of peace and quiet.
In the center of Lanzarote I find myself, as if the island were spinning around me with that wonderful restlessness, I look at the beautiful surroundings, of the construction, the gardens and the restaurant.
Towards there I take my steps and in the shade, I savor a good island wine.
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In the Jameos del Agua, a stranger, of calm appearance, but with a rather questionable attitude, would generate distrust among those present.
Inside, a crowd of people argued violently without any purpose, but among them, stood out a person who had never been seen by anyone. He rose up in anger when he glimpsed, how that undesirable, was actually an android that by all means had been created with the sole purpose of exterminating the blind crab that inhabits its entrails.
It was known that all this was the result of the sinful imagination of those gathered there.
Footprints of fire
Never was fear fantasy, and so it became...
Perhaps it is his domain, perhaps his empathy.
Between an immaculate neatness, fire, air and sand, embrace my feelings;
And they immerse me in absolute humility and in it, I am its tiny and fragile guest; Meanwhile, I admire the spectacle and I am amazed by its strength.
In the end, between red, dark and light tints, I get lost in a longing...
I imagine being there, in its virgin sands that sleep at the foot of strange forms and that invoke me to their encounter.
