The chilli roulette. The chef welcomed all the eight guests, one by one, every five minutes. They sat around the circle table, in the middle of a dark room, lightened by eight candles which remained in circle, each one close to a dish with a fork on it. In the centre there was a swivel tray, it was empty for the moment. The chef started his speech: “Gentlemen, all of you already know the rules. There are seven big glasses of water through the door on the left. To speak it’s totally forbidden. The last man in the room takes it all. Now gentlemen please proceed with your bet”. All of them picked up the suitcase and put it on the table. The chef took aside one of the suitcases and put the contains of the others in a bigger one. Then put it by the door on the right where the guests had came through some minutes before and made his way to the microwave oven from where he took out the omelette, already cut in eight pieces. He put it down on the tray and, with a quick movement, gave it a tangential push and the tray started its circular journey. Once the movement was over, the chef served the piece of omelette which every one had in front. Wishing good luck and good profit to everyone closed the door on the left from the outside and waited there the result of the game. The chef had not to wait much time. He had just locked up the safe when the door opened and the seven persons made a jam on it, trying desperately to reach the glasses of water, with red tomato faces, wide open scary eyes and huge tears rolling down their cheeks. He watched the show wondering if he had charged too much with the chilli the seven omelette pieces and laughed to himself thinking about the eighth guest who, right now, should be eating the best piece of omelette he has ever eaten in all his entire life. Thanks for reading and correcting me.

The raven. Paco!... Cried the raven... Paco!... Paaaco!... Cried over and over. Then Paco opened the window and, with a piece of ham in his hands waited patiently till the raven flew to the nearest branch of the tree. Paco stood there for a while scrutinizing the magnificent bright black bird as the raven was looking at him in an inquisitive way as well. Suddenly, as if Papageno y Papagena were singing their duet in the magic flute, both characters in this story joined in a surrealist song full of “Pacos”. When the training was over, Paco put the ham on the sill and closed the window. He remained there behind the curtains looking how the raven hurried to catch it’s prize and how, with a slight look back as if it would like to thank the human, jumped into the abyss and soared a bit later flying towards who knows where, with the ham in it’s peak. Thanks for reading and correcting me.

The exam. There I was, climbing up the stairs as if it were some of the himalaya walls, heading to the fluids mechanics department notification board. My weight seemed to have increased up to five hundred pounds and my brain was deep in a thick fog as a result of the last nightmares which had kept me awake for several days. The awful dream was always the same: I was sited on my desk, in front of a stack of papers, hearing the watch tic-tac like the hammer-smith, with my hands on my head, desperate, wondering how I would be able to learn such amount of things in only one night. But the fact was that I really had studied hard for that exam. When I reached the stairs hall there were already some school mates looking up their names on the list. I approached them with my heart beating like the drums of a salsa band and my throat so dry that I couldn’t even gulp. I remained there for a while staring at the glassed panel trying to find my name. The next thing that I remember was me, jumping in the street, levitating three palms over the ground and all the happiness of the world running through my veins. Yes, I had passed that exam. Thanks for reading and correcting me.

The visitor. Please, come in and make yourself comfortable, this is your house. There is fish broth on the fire, into the chimney, be careful don't burn. There is also sherry if you want to spread some drops on it. I'll be with you in a minute. The dog sleeps, the cat only watches and the parrot is a cubbish, so don't pay attention to his nasty words. Take a book if you wish, those on the top shelves have the best drawings, I'll turn on the light for you to have a best sight. There is a piece of cheese in somewhere over there and a knife on the table. If the radio bothers you don't hesitate and turn it off, sometimes the music is not that good. Please, have a look at the fire and throw a piece of wood into the chimney if you feel that the temperature comes down, I'll be right back in a second. If someone calls, please feel free to pick up the phone although the call sound is a funny song which I’m sure it’s going to please you. If turns out to be my mother, tell her that I’ll call later, don’t let her under any circumstances to bore you with her pains, ills and complains. Just make yourself comfortable, I’m just coming back. Thank you for reading and correcting me.

The “tricornio”. It was a cloudy winter night, perfect for the mission which consisted on taking some objects from the landscape in order to study them later. The flying saucer remained up among the clouds, out of any possible human sight, and the two members of the crew were teleported down to the desert country road. Immediately they began to walk around, looking for some object worthy enough to be taken to the ship. They took some rocks, a dead little bird, a hedgehog also dead, and a broken car tire. The objects were teleported back to the ship and the two entities went some yards farther to take a water sample from a little pond. It was there where they saw the strange thing resting on the grass, close to the small pond. The strange object seemed to be out of context, as if it shouldn’t be there, however, the extraterrestrial being had the irresistible need of picking it up. He began a careful examination of it, turning it around, wondering what was the purpose of that device. He started an unaware telepathic conversation with his partner who felt a sudden surprise because they were supposed to remain in silent. Then, the one who had the object, as if he was talking to himself, wondered if that object would be a kind of food container, one of these objects where the humans make their physiological needs or an ornamental object perhaps. His partner started to feel nervous and afraid because of such a strange behaviour. The first extraterrestrial felt the need of putting the strange device on his head, as a hat, and immediately he noticed a growing anger feeling. Then he took a piece of branch from the ground and approached to his partner in an violent mood, threatening him by wielding the piece of branch, with such a good luck that he kicked a stone and fell ahead on the muddy grass. The strange object rolled down some yards away and he stood up covered in clay stains all over his body, shaking his head as if he had just awake from some strange dream. Then his partner questioned him about what was going on, and his answer was certainly strange: “I don’t know what that device is, neither what it’s purpose is, but when I was wearing it on my head I felt a terrible urge to take you to the jail and punish you with the piece of branch over and over until you tell me where you come from, your parents name and something about stolen things and drugs…” They left the “tricornio” behind and hurried back to the flying saucer.

My adventurer Friend. Hi bro, what’s going on. He taped on my shoulder, then I turned around and saw him. He was wearing a blue sky t-shirt with an inscription on it in which you could read the strange message: “the truth still is out there”. He was in blue jeans, and a kind of colour explosion in his sport shoes. His hair turned grey long time ago and his green eyes which I always had remembered bright and about to jump out of that charming face, seemed to withdraw tired into his eye caves. But looking at that face as a whole, the wide smile and the truly forehead gave him the same friendly aspect that he always has had. I extended my hand towards him and, as if he wasn’t aware of that, he approached to me and gave me a strong hug, hitting my back with the palms of his hands, so hard that made me cough for a while. While I was recovering my breath, he began to tell me, in a rush way, a sort of stories about places, people and things done, jumping and waving at the same time, as if that would help me to imagine it. I stood there misunderstanding all that jam until he finished exhausted. When the time to say good bye came, I could notice his tuned skin and the piercing in his ear. I stood standing there for a moment, meanwhile I went on staring at him walking towards a new adventure. Then I picked up my suitcase, stretched my suit and walked back to the boring hole from where I had came out half an hour before, in order to have a break for lunch. Then I realized my sadness while I was thinking about how the chasing of the truth life would be like.