miércoles, 22 de agosto de 2012

Blanca locura


Una joven chica de carácter plácido, de rostro tímido y de piel blanca. Esta es la descripción de la mejor escritora que he conocido. Coge su cuaderno de notas y empieza a escribir sin parar. Las ideas van de un lado a otro, junto a pequeños garabatos de nerviosa pluma. Los espacios en blanco desaparecen poco a poco. Un mosaico de letras y colores que te pueden llevar dentro de distintos espacios temporales, pasando desde la profunda mazmorra a la isla perdida llena de piratas, a través de una nave espacial y con un atractivo detective de los años veinte. Su mente abierta es un don para la sociedad, la cual está perdida dentro del televisor. Cuentos, novelas, poemas… Toda ella y nada más, esa es su fuente de vida diaria. Y aunque viva encerrada detrás de la verja blanca acolchada, permanece serena en su mundo de cuento, feliz.

Daniel Ferrer

lunes, 20 de agosto de 2012

The Owner of Time: CHAPTER TWO




Once in the police car, Pete started wondering why they were taking so long to get to the police station. It’s only ten minutes away from school, he thought. What Pete didn’t know was that they were taking him to the New Scotland Yard, one of the biggest stations in the whole United Kingdom, and it was in the centre of London.

Finally, after forty minutes on the road, they arrived at the police station. The police officers took him to the Chief Inspector office, on the top floor of the building. The office was big. Through the big window you could see St. James Park. It had a big desk made of wood, from the XIX century. On its top there was a picture of the Chief Inspector shaking the hand of the prime minister. The walls were full of diplomas. The office was extremely clean and tidy and it was tastefully decorated. Inspector Holton wasn’t alone, next to him, sitting down on a smaller chair, was inspector Legrand.

“What am I doing here?”  Pete asked. “I haven’t done anything wrong!” he shouted.

“Listen boy, do not shout at me, you hear me?” Chief Inspector replied to Pete. “You need to respect authority.”

“Sit down” said Legrand pointing the chair situated on the other side of the desk. “We just want to ask you some questions. If you collaborate it won’t take long and you will be able to go back to your home.”

Pete, a bit terrified, sat down on that chair. The two officers stared at him.

“Where is the watch you stole from the British Museum?” asked quietly Legrand.

“I didn’t steal anything” Pete replied.

“Don’t you lie at us, boy, we know for sure you have it” said Holton.

“I had it, but I haven’t got it anymore. And I didn’t steal it; I found it on a bench.”

“Do you think we are going to believe that?” Holton said, laughing sarcastically. “Stop wasting our time!”

“I am telling you the truth. I found it on a bench at Russell Square Gardens, in front of the British Museum. I kept it for a while but then I felt bad because it wasn’t mine and I returned it where I found it.”

You’d better tell us the truth right now or you are going to prison.” Holton shouted impatient as he hit the desk. “We already know how special is the watch so we obviously can’t believe you returned it.”

“Calm down Chief” said Legrand. “Please boy, tell us what really happened and we will let you go out of here as soon as possible.”

domingo, 5 de agosto de 2012

The owner of time: CHAPTER ONE


“In 1607 England built an establishment at Jamestown. This was the beginning of colonialism by England in North America. Many English settled then in North America for…” history teacher Roly was explaining as Pete was falling asleep. Why did I forget my watch? he thought while yawning, I could’ve fast-forward this boring lesson and be with Alicia right now. Pete was always thinking about Alicia and he’d rather spend time with her than study. She arrived at high school two years ago and Pete fell in love with her straight away. However he didn’t talk to her until he found the magic watch, six month ago. It’s a fact that the watch changed completely his life.

Pete was writing down Alicia’s name on his notebook when someone knocked at the door. Roly stopped explaining the lesson and very annoyed opened the door. There were two police officers on the other side. Roly, astonished, went outside to talk to them. Everyone at class was already wondering if they were going to arrest James, a student with a very bad reputation who used to sell drugs at school. After a while Roly came back inside and, surprisingly for everyone, called Peter and asked him to go outside. None of the students could believe it, Pete was such a good boy.

Is Alicia alright? Is my family in trouble? Pete asked himself as he went quickly outside. Suddenly one of the officers took him and handcuffed him.

“You are under arrest for the robbery of Gerorge III’s pocket watch” said the officer.

What is going on? I have never stolen anything! He thought as the officers were taking him to the car.

“This is a mistake! I am innocent!” Pete shouted. 


sábado, 4 de agosto de 2012

¡Jiustong tenémo un pobrema, ozú!

Año 2019. España ya está preparada para lanzar su primer cohete espacial, un español llegará a la Luna para el contento de toda la población española. La prensa internacional se hace eco de la noticia. Francia: L’Espagne est sur la Lune. Italia: In Luna di Valencia. Reino Unido: The Spanish freak on the moon. Alemania: Spanien wird auf den Mond zu pflanzen Kartoffeln gehen, viva Mallorca. Gran expectación también en el mundo de la música, el grupo estadounidense R.E.M. canta: If you believed they put a man on the moon, man on the moon…

Sin duda es el evento del siglo XXI. En Guadalajara, en el Centro de Investigación Espacial Española (CIEE), todo el mundo está expectante, hoy el día del lanzamiento también se conmemora los 50 años del primer paseo lunar. El astronauta, o como lo llaman en EE.UU. el Spanishnauta, Antonio Romero llamado comúnmente “Toñito”, es originario de Sevilla. Tiene esposa y dos hijos, moreno, alto, pelo en pecho y barba frondosa, unos 35 años.

Lo dicho, la nave “Campeador” sale de Cabo de Gata. Todo el mundo preparado, la gente delante de los televisores, los abuelos escuchando la radio, los niños alzando su pequeño cohete de juguete hacia el cielo y los científicos mordiéndose las uñas. Tres… dos… uno y medio… uno y tres cuartos… uno y cero. Motores al 100%, combustible al máximo, fuego, humo, el cohete se alza poco a poco hasta llegar a la troposfera, estratosfera, agujereando capa de ozono, termosfera y finalmente exosfera, espacio estelar. 1700km de recorrido, fin de trayecto.


-Aquí el coronel Antonio Romero. Voy a proceder a salir de la nave. ¡Auch! Mierda me he dado contra la puerta, ¡ejem!, ya está. Exclusa abierta. ¡Ups porras el casco! Ya está, ya está tranquilos, estoy saliendo, España. Un pequeño paso para el hombre un gran paso para… para… para eso -Toñito se gira hacia la videocámara y tira un beso al aire-. ¡Mamá te quiero! Quiero dar las gracias a mi familia, a mi equipo técnico, al Sevilla Club de Fútbol y a Estrella Damm.

Ya esta hecho, ahora solo falta montar el chiringuito.

Daniel Ferrer