The Tourist Centers continue to inspire the short stories of the Radio Lanzarote-Onda Cero contest, which has continued to receive stories in recent days. The deadline to participate in the tenth edition of the contest will remain open until August 31.
Those interested can send their stories to 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 be 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' space 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 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 place, who will be able to enjoy a Premium experience in the Tourist Centers.
The disastrous communion
I am going to tell you what happened on the day of my communion. It should have been a fantastic day, but it wasn't. In the morning we got ready for the big day, I arrived at the church and took photos with my classmates, and everything was fine. Upon arriving at the celebration in Jameos del Agua, everything gets complicated; one of the guests fell into the pool, another spilled a glass of wine on his shirt, and to top it off, my uncle forgot the keys to his house. It was a nice day, but disastrous.
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There is a place on earth where fire and sea come together, with a warm climate and a harsh landscape of suggestive rocks, a bright and transparent blue sky, dark and enigmatic the Cueva de Los Verdes, although if we have to talk about mystery in the mist of time of the Jameos the mystery is lost. Warm the heart as well as its people, it doesn't matter where you come from because on the island no one feels foreign.
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The first time I saw her was in Jameos del Agua, and her eyes rivaled the mystery of the pond, then I spoke to her, a tourist looking for rest like me, in the following days, we barely separated, during the day we enjoyed together the wonders of the island, the Cueva de Los Verdes, the Castillo de San José with landscapes as deep as her gaze, at night we enjoyed together the tropical warmth but the time came to an end, and we separated forever, taking the most beautiful of memories in my heart and in my mind.
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Every night he would stop by my balcony to look for me, the first thing we would do was fly over the Jameos del Agua, without visitors its maximum splendor would emerge, then, over the Castillo de San José we would contemplate its beauty from above, on the way back, Arrecife would show us the melancholic illumination of its lampposts. Once already on my balcony, he would say goodbye with a soft kiss, taking great care not to hurt me with his sharp fangs, leaving afterwards to the Cueva de Los Verdes where he would protect himself from a lethal sun until the following night.
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That morning something incredible happened, everything dawned covered in snow, goodbye to the beach, however, we discovered an island that few people have been able to see, in the Jameos del Agua the pond with its inhabitants was barely visible. All the specimens in the cactus garden had a beautiful lateral white blanket, but the best thing, without a doubt, was the Timanfaya park, already beautiful in itself, its ochre and pastel tones intermingled in a wonderful chaos between edges and chimneys, as if César Manrique himself had designed it.
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It's been a year since I arrived on the island, and I still can't leave, and it's only my fault, mine for being a coward, I keep my routine every week, visiting the Cueva de Los Verdes, Jameos del Agua on Tuesdays and the Castillo de San José on Fridays. And although I am delighted with the climate and the warmth of its people, what really caught me were the eyes of a tourist guide, I should finally dare to say something to her but... Oh, if I weren't so cowardly!
Love in Timanfaya
Leslie radiated joy sitting at a table next to a window. Her almond-shaped eyes contemplated a natural canvas created with the extraordinary palette of the Fire Mountains. She remembered their reddish hues on the Volcanoes route, their impressive calderas, their silent craters, the passionate voice of the guide explaining the origin of their eruption and the surprising stop at Montaña Rajada.
The waiter served dessert. In the background, the soft music of a timple began to play. Richard knelt down and showing Leslie a ring with a bright olivine pronounced:
Will you marry me?
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At dawn, I will refresh your soul. The island will witness our kisses.
Love, let's go! We will have coffee and a sandwich while we walk towards the Fire Mountains. Clara, in the Charco San Ginés, a seagull named Alegría, whispered to me yesterday: "that we cannot fail to visit it, in its waters, I will embrace you as if it were the first time." In the late afternoon, we will go to Jameos del Agua. And then, we will have dinner near the Castillo San José. See you tomorrow, love. Alegría has told me that tomorrow Sunday: "don't tell anyone, we will continue to love each other, under the moon and the stars of Lanzarote".
Secret
The landscape was the same as years ago, the feeling different.
I loved this castle, I didn't know it until I met it again.
Those magical nights, that view of the sea.
-Your eyes are shining, miss.
-I can't tell you my secret.
-Are you in love?
-The Castillo de San José has made me see that I never knew what love was, until I came back and met it, its magic, everything envelops me.
-So, do you love it?
-No, I love it. I love the Castle, but I also love this land.
Take care of it, because it is as much yours as mine!
Five-pointed force
Evocative print of the
garden of hells
flames that resurge
to combat your winter.
Impossible colors
draw their mountains
on painful canvases
that alter your senses.
Extensions of silence
of the deepest emerged,
armor on the earth
reflection of what happened.
Ash and lava, coppery
sunsets immortal reflection
of a Park that endures
entangling your sanity.
With the spilled blood
of the devil and his beloved
eternal life resurged
of the Eden of darkness.
Sentinel with his force,
five cardinal points
in the fifth and dissonant
Timanfaya my banner!
Blind date
They met at the Castillo de San José at 9:00 p.m.
That island was very small and everyone knew who he was even though he didn't know them. So, after getting divorced, it took him years to open an account on a dating website and he had been WhatsApping with the stranger for months.
She had chosen that place to meet, typical of tourists. Could she be married or a discreet politician?
She was already there when he arrived.
Even with a mask and sunglasses he could realize that it was his ex-wife.
Everything was over. Could they start again?
Emergency service
A man from Villacastroja del Talegón entered the Emergency Room with a knife stuck in his chest. The concierge told him that at that moment there was only an ophthalmologist, but soon the surgeon from the Cactus Garden would come. The patient had been waiting for almost three hours when the concierge approached him and said: "Look, sir, since you have been waiting for a long time, if you want, I will take out the knife and stick it in your eye, and the ophthalmologist can immediately take it out, since he has no one in the office".
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My favorite color was being able to see you. And you ran away from me, you ignored me at all times. I, blind with a volatile love, walked sleepwalking in the ineffable sea of the mirage. I invented you in dreams, and your image, like a ghost, roamed the Castillo de San José. I even invented you in a blue house, where you lived. One spring morning, upon reaching the top of the Fire Mountain, your ghost was still walking. You pricked me like a cactus, in every rejection. Finally, in the cave of the greens, I saw the light. I entered the alley of oblivion.
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It happens for an instant. It is difficult to see, but it is there. Hidden. Faint. At dawn, with the first lights of the day, the first shadows also appear. Then the silhouettes form before you. Giants of volcanic ash. Famished beings with large and sharp horns. Warriors in piercing armor, raising their swords high. Threatening. Defiant. An entire army of spectral creatures. But, in a flash, everything fades to give way to a particular rofera of cacti.−So... is it just an illusion?
−That's right my friend, but don't underestimate illusions. Without them, what would the world be?
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When I was a girl, my father disappeared in a sea of volcanic lava, between sleeping fire mountains. It was one of those unexplained disappearances that, over time, solidify the soul. Thirty years later, walking through that reddish land I came across a man with ash-colored skin who hid his face under a worn puppy.
−Water, please. I agreed. He drank, long and hard. Then I resumed the march, leaving the man behind.
−Thank you, Ico. Inside I felt something, although I couldn't describe what it was. I turned around but there was no one there. Ico. It had been thirty years since anyone had called me that.
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I saw you at the Mirador for the first time. Alone. Dejected. Under a blanket of gray clouds.− What are you looking at?−
La Graciosa.
I observed, perplexed.
−You can't see anything...
−Just because you can't see it doesn't mean it's not there.
Silence sprouted, merciless.
−And you, what are you looking at?
−Sadness.
Disconcerted, you frowned.
−How can you see it?
−Just because you can't see it doesn't mean it's not there.
Then I saw you smile for the first time.
But now you're not here. You left, without return.
However, I keep going up on cloudy days because, as you know, just because something can't be seen doesn't mean it's not there.
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I was alone in the gallery when I saw her in front of the piano. Her beauty was unique. Mythological. Before I could say a word, she began to play. It was a mysterious melody, made up of a few notes that were repeated. But enough to stop perceiving time, or rather, to perceive it in another way. She hypnotized me. I couldn't say how long I was there, looking at her. Then she went into the volcanic tube, into the darkness, between ochre and reddish tones. They say that, if you are lucky, you can hear her, like a faint whisper coming from the depths of the Cueva de los Verdes.
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From the garden ticket office I can still see it. A tiny cactus rested, in solitude, near the path. It didn't stand out in anything. No one approached it. Its companions, large and imposing, monopolized all the attention. Until one day, a girl approached, curious, to the forgotten cactus. She examined it. Then she removed the rofe, revealing some small flowers of bright and vibrant colors. They were the most beautiful flowers she had seen in that garden. It is curious how, sometimes, nature reflects society. A cruel society. Ruthless. But where even the smallest being can shine with its own light.
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From the Mirador del Río,
everything is exceptional,
tranquil waters of the Canary Islands
we see from the parador through the windows
or if we don't go out we breathe the fresh air of the place
fixing our eyes on the Canary archipelago.
Inside, we see that it gets dark
the sun opposes, the sunset is admirable.
sitting having a coffee and a sweet we talk about
the beautiful sunset.
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I arrive from Malaga and I go to the Canary Islands
to see the Jameos del Agua,.
under the caves of the gallery
everything is a pleasure.
Small places fill us with joy
with a serene look,.
we are contemplating the landscape and we
we sit in the bar, we were there for a while;
to then enter and get wet in the pool
around the palm grove.
When night comes, we change and listen to
a quiet music and so ends a peaceful day.