The Radio Lanzarote-Onda Cero Short Story Contest, dedicated in its eleventh edition to the Tourist Centers, continues to receive stories.
The deadline to participate in the contest will be open until August 31. Until that day, 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.
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On this occasion, participants must tell their own or imagined experience that occurred in some corner of the Tourist Centers that for them is full of magic. Each author may send a maximum of five stories, which may be signed with a pseudonym, although they must always indicate a name and a contact telephone number.
The stories will be read in the "Reading on the Radio" space of Radio Lanzarote (90.7), and published in La Voz de Lanzarote. Both the publication and the reading will be subject to the space and time availability of both media.
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, who will choose three winning stories and seven finalists.
The winner will receive a prize of a weekend for two people with accommodation and breakfast at the Hotel Natura Palace, a 4-star plus establishment. The second prize will be a dinner for two people at the Castillo de San José and the third prize will be one of the unusual experiences for two people from the Art, Culture and Tourism Centers of the Cabildo. All prizes are for adults.
Tickles
On the last day of the trip, we visited the Jameos. I had torn feelings. Joy for enjoying his presence. Sadness for the near farewell.
We would no longer be companions, we were going to study different careers.
I stood contemplating the albino crabs and whispered to one: you are like him, special and blind. You run away without letting yourself be loved.
Absorbed, I put a hand on the shore of that lagoon. I felt some tickles in the palm, the tiny crustacean was dancing in it. I felt the tickles of some lips kissing my neck. I saw the reflection of his face; he was smiling, tickling the water.
My beautiful Lanzarote
Sitting at the feet of the Timanfaya watchman, with his Trident as a sword, the silent night arrived that joined the black of the lava.
In the distance, the silhouettes of its volcanoes were blurred.
Looking at the sky, I saw that it began to light up with the shine of each star and opening my arms to join them, I said.....
I want that beautiful energy
impregnate me with its magic.
Timanfaya: Earth, fire, air, water and soul.
The secret of happiness
With the first rays of sun, my grandfather would get ready to go out with his herd of goats.
The force of the wind fed his heart, he crossed with his herd the molten rocks of infinite hardness and passed through those villages of white houses where authentic beauty resides.
My grandfather absorbed the energy of the reddish craters that abound in Timanfaya, from the magical land he stepped on and from the idyllic beauty that nature offered him. He crossed with his wings the dreams and the joy of returning to reality with his renewed soul.
From the water
Blanca fled from the monster towards the jameo while the trade wind reared up. She didn't want to look at the features of the known beast again. The humid wind whispered in her ear and pushed her through the opening of the jameo.
On the shore of the interior lake, with her skin torn by the rocks, she felt the monster's breath on the back of her neck. Blanca refused to see how he extended his claws. She closed her eyes and jumped into the water. She fell to the bottom in hundreds of white and blind pieces that the monster could not reach.
Walks
Every morning on my daily walk, walking along paths up and down mountains from my town Mancha Blanca to any destination, I looked at the fig trees that I found on my way, their white and dry branches on the outside.
I spoke to my brother tree saying, I know that inside you have life and I need your fruit for my path and that tree was directing my gaze until I found what I asked for, with a caress I thanked him and told him that I would soon return.
Thank you mother earth.
Harvest
Warm summer in the land of fire, its mantle of rofe covers the roots of its vineyards, anxiously waiting for the farmer to collect what he sowed, cared for and pampered with work and sweat.
Beautiful branches, tender branches with bunches hanging waiting to be picked.
And one summer I harvested among laughter and joy touching its leaves I told them good fruit always gives, that your master takes good care of you and protects you so that when you become wine you are the queen of your land and she in gratitude gave me sweet grape.
Blessed mother earth!!!!
Timanfaya
Bus full of tourists with abrasive looks discovering dream landscapes in winter, winter too long sometimes.
Now suddenly an island, a brown rock color, a whole volcano emerged.
Incredible Timanfaya at sunset. It is a spectral shadow, an alluvium of ancient life. Eternal beauty that rests before our eyes.
A heavy silence falls. Strange faces that gesticulate, adore, exclaim. Beauty in front of all of us who are in there.
Suddenly a heat in the leg. I feel a kind of liquid bite.
My four-year-old daughter, asleep in my arms, pees on me.
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Free, crazy adventurer.
I will swim through the Jameos del Agua.
I will jump through the Timanfaya.
I will deny the forbidden.
If I listen to my soul like that.
Awake in continuing to dream and asleep in a reality that with one blow I have left my dreams sleeping.
And I woke up from the world we live in.
We want love.
But we don't want a bond.
We want to be loved.
And not to be needed.
We want to be independent.
But we don't know how to make a bridge when we both become distant.
We want the intense to burn in flames in the cold.
And the intense also became intense but this time cold.
The secret of the Cueva de los Verdes.
The secret of the Cueva de los Verdes.
It reminded me of my fear of growing up.
And that I could overcome it even if I could fall into the void.
The expectations of what we take for granted.
It limits our potential.
And in that cave I still laugh with her.
Of all the suffering I put into my life by conditioning my self-esteem with that terrible "I can't".
Of so many opportunities that we let pass outside of our path.
When we stop believing in ourselves.
Like the heat of Timanfaya
I should have called you, Timanfaya
I saw you and I shuddered at your beauty.
Reddish hair, tanned skin.
You smiled at me with your sparkling eyes.
You hugged me with your tongue of fire.
Your kisses burned me.
You possessed me like lava that takes over everything in its path.
I felt my heart explode like a geyser.
Then I felt the calm.
I still feel your heat when I caress your body.
Carpe Diem
Together
We flew over La Graciosa and while the plane's radio is playing, I think that meeting you has been the best experience of my life. You make me feel alive and powerful. Although at first I was scared to take the step, I feel you hugged to my back and I like it. Everything around me has changed thanks to you. Now we are together and there is no turning back," the woman told the parachute as she contemplated the beauty of the world from the sky.
Reunion
He couldn't help but go back there. It was an autumn afternoon, and the water had an immense turquoise color. He advanced towards her, and she, waiting for his arrival, smiled. They had no doubt anymore, finally together. Embraced, they no longer felt loneliness. He couldn't help but cover her with kisses. Famara, was a witness to those sweet moments. And they walked together hand in hand, in silence, until they reached their favorite corner. Looking into her beautiful green eyes, as if he were a teenager, he whispered in her ear: "I still love you."
Drops of love
Each drop that falls is a small sigh of Dácil looking for her conqueror.
The Cueva de los Verdes envelops the secrets of intertwined hands, of those that splash heartbeats taking advantage of the shelter in the erosion of time, and the silent echo of volcanic creation.
They say that there are small goblins painting hearts in the waves of the water, and fireflies that light up lovers.
The stories continue to pass, the crystalline drops continue to fall, and the words are lost, although Dácil no longer seeks dreams of love in the reflections of the Cueva de los Verdes.
We were a trio
You laughed when you told me that you looked like Timanfaya and I didn't believe you.
However, now I see myself entering the skin of the volcano, I don't know if I'm looking for you or I want to forget you, but my shadow reflects your figure on the reddish earth, my footprints are leaving your name written on a path of molten stones, melted by the heat of the lava and the moans of your body.
But you left, and all I have left is the sun reflected in the natural park, while I imagine your skin crowning the horizon.
The lover of the Cueva de los Verdes.
And your sex? If I could enter it, see it, contemplate it, caress it, feel it....you would notice my skin tearing with your entrails, carved with fire, with living flame, with pure hell. That eruption formed you, created you as you are, black rocks, living in the silence of the darkness that forms every part of your being. I can smell you, feel you, penetrate your entrails. I settle for that. I dream of you open, longing, humid, because you were created by nature, free, natural, beautiful. I desire you in every moment, always, in my being, in my entrails, in my body...
At sunset
I loved him with the impetus of an unbridled steed. Of course I loved him. Since I set my eyes on his, so different, so special, so blue. That one can love like that is no merit. I loved him beyond my possibilities. I fell in love like any tourist falls in love with the guide who shows you alone the most beautiful corners of the island. And we separated, yes, after seven days. It was me, leaving the Cueva de los Verdes, unable to face so much beauty. He said nothing, his gaze was lost observing the umpteenth sunset.
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The morning I left you didn't even answer. "Goodbye, forever," I told you. It sounded cruel, I admit, but that doesn't mean you shouldn't answer. It's a matter of education. I left with my suitcase to Lanzarote, I'm telling you now, where I hoped to find the tranquility that you denied me. I don't know if I have achieved it, but when I look out at the cliffs of Famara I feel that the trade wind takes pity on me. I see the waves arriving and some small black spots furrowing them with their boards. Then I tell myself that I did the right thing. Besides, it's quite a spectacle.
Cactusiana
I was the last to leave.
That place of peace and tranquility was my favorite garden.
- How have my children behaved today?
I turned around, and I didn't see anyone.
Then that great metal figure was transforming into a beautiful woman
who was smiling at me.
- You can be proud of them. They are incredible.
- I am.- she answered me.- Good night.
- Good night.
She entered and closed the door behind her.
At that moment I began to hear the sweetest lullaby I had ever heard.
I could only sit in the car and start crying.
Ravens
- Is it much longer, Dad?
- Don't worry, we'll be there soon.
I don't even know how many times I could answer the same question. But I didn't
care.
My wife looked at me with a knowing smile.
- It will be perfect- I whispered to her.
- I know- she replied.
Soon we spotted what would be our new home. The heat that emanated from its
depths, welcomed us with love.
- Here you will fly free.
My son was speechless when he saw the beauty of the volcano that spoke to us.
Hidden under my wing, so that we wouldn't see him cry, he could only say:
- Thank you, Dad. I love you.
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The waiter looked at me disconcerted! He didn't know what I was talking about! He looked among the tables, still empty, for the glances of his waiters, in case someone could clarify it, with such impetus that every time he met one, it vanished in a fleeting beam of light projected until it impacted against the dome over the blind crabs. Soon they illuminated the whole space, having such an effect on the animals, that they came out in a crowd. To our astonishment, only the waiter remained covered like a snowman. Today it is the new attraction, and everyone tells the day it snowed.
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What my past self saw
As a future.
It would be the biggest chaos in my life now.
Maybe tomorrow I will remember my past self.
But without punishment I assume the present that already enough fear submits us.
As to live with the illusion of preserving that tomorrow continues to be as it could be today.
Maybe the Jameos del Agua can be preserved intact as Famara is to what it was fifteen years ago.
Maybe if I had life I would tell myself the opposite.
And apparently everything is perfect as we make ourselves believe among ourselves humans
71) The secret of the cave
Excited before that paradise of volcanic stone. Anguished as the ledges through which I advanced with my group narrowed.
I thought I was part of the chaotic and celestial framework, remaining petrified like one more of those rocks that came out of the ceiling wanting to merge with those that rose from the ground.
A beautiful chaos of the volcano converted into natural enjoyment.
There, the enormous endless precipice that turned the lava into a bridge to pass from one end to the other.
I threw the coin into the abyss and... the secret of the Cueva de los Verdes was safely kept.
