The F.S. Chronicle

The General’s Boots

10.19.18

The General has lost his boots. He awoke, and they were not there, and Life has not been the same since. His Boots are missing, and the future is uncertain. The General cannot understand, what could Have happened? They were … Continue reading

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Forever Palm Trees

10.12.18

The sky was grey, just like most days, as grey as a donkey’s belly. We only had summer for a couple of months back home, and even then it never really got sunny. Most of the year we lived under … Continue reading

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Musical Silhouettes

10.05.18

Somewhere not too far, three silhouettes go by, Playing musical instruments in the Still young night. Three silhouettes, colorful And quite alive, play their music and dance. The troubles that seem to surround us Do not affect them, they just … Continue reading

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Pendant Light in the Horizon

09.28.18

I see a light hanging in the horizon, the night Is empty, and a pair of lonely dogs walk by. In the distance, there’s music, but it must come from Far away, as I only hear it as a whisper. … Continue reading

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Memories of Blue Coral

09.21.18

The beach is full of people, after all it is a sunny day and the water is warm and clear. Locals and tourist come and go, walking on the hot sand, and enjoying the summer day. Plying by the shore, … Continue reading

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Past and New Stripes

09.14.18

The lines run through her body, like Brush strokes made by an artist who Has already been forgotten. The strokes, thin And dark, keep the artist’s lost secrets. Her eyes, intense and nostalgic, stare at me, And I can only … Continue reading

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A New World of Birds

09.07.18

He always felt uncomfortable around birds. It wasn’t that he didn’t like them, but perhaps he feared them a little, so their presence always had an impact on him. He didn’t quite trust the way they looked at him, or … Continue reading

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West Indies Voyage

08.31.18

When Christopher Columbus arrived to the West Indies he was probably quite tired. The men traveling with him, perhaps about to reach madness, must have felt great satisfaction seeing land, and finally stepping on it. At least this is what … Continue reading

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A White Hippo in the Night

08.24.18

The white hippopotamus, standing under The dark sky, remembers the day his Father introduced him to the stars. The night was somber, and they had spent the day walking far. If you are ever lost, the father said, Or need … Continue reading

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Parrot on the Vase

08.17.18

His face is turned to the side, And with one eye, he seems to follow Any move I may make. His gaze, Strong and curious, is imposing. The vase is full of lines, or strokes. Lines in the background, lines … Continue reading

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The Zebra’s Run

08.10.18

The zebra looked up, the field was covered with shades of green again, and the grass in the distance looked infinite. It was another day in the world, he thought, just another day for an old zebra like himself, but … Continue reading

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Lost in the Book

08.03.18

The book opens up, and we dive into The pages, of ivory white. It’s a long jump, and the pages below Looked far, but we still dive. We land in a page, and suddenly are Surrounded by butterflies. They Fly, … Continue reading

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Fishing Day

07.27.18

Yes, I saw them arrive that day. It was three of them, three young man, they arrived here that morning, said hello, and later I saw them fishing. How were they? They seemed nice, they were polite, and smiled at … Continue reading

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The Missing Gong

07.20.18

He arrived home and found the door open. He knew he had locked it when he left that morning, and he lived alone, something didn’t seem right. He walked into his home carefully, wondering if the intruder was still there. … Continue reading

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Desert Rose

07.13.18

Somewhere in the desert, there is A rose, hiding under the burning sun. Those who walk the sand, tirelessly, May see it, resting its petals. Somewhere in the desert, there lies My rose, waiting for us brave souls, Who still … Continue reading

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The Ocean’s Map

07.06.18

In the distance, he recognized the lines laying in the sand, still wet, glowing under the sun, without any effort. It was a sea fan, and he would have recognized it anywhere else in the world. By then his personal … Continue reading

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My White Terra Cotta Lion

06.22.18

My white lion yesterday went missing, I left him in the yard, eating peacefully. Any information, I will thankfully receive, My white lion went missing, I don’t know where he went. My white lion, white terra cotta lion, Has disappeared, … Continue reading

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Three Parakeets Standing Outside

06.22.18

Three parakeets stand outside in the street, in Palm Beach, Florida. The day is just starting, and the Parakeets enjoy the morning breeze. Three parakeets stand in a large tree, And slowly they see the morning walkers Come out of … Continue reading

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Colorful Dreams

06.11.18

The night returns, I close my eyes, and The sounds around me slowly disappear. Or better yet, they accompany me, while I close my eyes, guiding the images I see.   I see colorful structures, a clear sky, which Makes … Continue reading

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Boat From The Past

06.08.18

When they went back home, they didn’t Know what would be left of the past. The trip had been a quiet journey, And silence seemed soothing against memories. The house sat on a hill, far from the town, And every … Continue reading

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Old Pith Helmet Tales

06.01.18

Now that time has passed, the memories seem more and more distant, and the time once spent traveling is only spent remembering. Even an old pith helmet like myself remembers its travels, the places once visited that now hide and … Continue reading

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Liria and Ruben

05.25.18

Yesterday I saw my sister Liria crying again, and I just hugged her, trying to find words to console her. It is difficult to console an older sibling, especially when one is not good with words. I’m only six years … Continue reading

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Visiting Cranes

05.18.18

Yesterday we saw a pair of cranes Fly by, and their long necks, their Sculpted legs, and their colorful Wings in our memories rest now.   Yesterday we saw a pair of cranes Play, and they seemed happy, floating In … Continue reading

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The Tables of Our Lives

05.11.18

There are people who like vehicles, people who like buildings, people who like desks, and I understand all of them, but what I like is tables. Tables speak to me the way no other furniture does, and tables catch my … Continue reading

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Standing Under the Sun

05.04.18

She stands, alone, in the vast and arid Mexican soil. The air is hot, the sun pushes down, and the breeze hasn’t been around for centuries. She stands there, in the Mexican land, and the silence makes the sun even … Continue reading

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The Photograph

04.20.18

The first time he saw the picture he was walking in the streets of Madrid. After turning around the corner with his parents, he looked down and there it was, the photograph of two carved bone horses looking at each … Continue reading

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The Carvings in the Table

04.13.18

I know you see a table, but what else do you see? I see wood, I see shapes, and I see a surface similar to no other. Rich wood, with moving forms, and exuberating force. Braveness and calculated freedom in … Continue reading

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The Arches of our Lives

04.06.18

There are arches that we visit once and they become ours. There are roofs and windows, and little doors, that we take ownership of because they remain in our memories long after we see them for the first time. There … Continue reading

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Two Flying Lights

03.30.18

Two flying lights appeared in the horizon, Like two stars in the empty, and silent night. Two little figures, fast in the distance, Flying towards us, breaking our darkness. I was surprised, at first, and moved back, But you stood … Continue reading

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Elusive Words

03.23.18

After years of walking by them and gazing at them daily, he decided to try to read the story written on the porcelain vases by his front door. He had bought them years before, and thought then that he would … Continue reading

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Memories of Home

03.16.18

Sitting down by the front porch, in a chair as old as him, he thinks of home. Home is the place one grew up in, he thinks, home is the place one remembers with nostalgia when one is old and … Continue reading

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Love Birds

03.09.18

Standing in front of his bedroom window, as quietly as possible and trying to not even move, Sorian sees the parrots one more time. It’s been going on for months now, but to Sorian each time is as special as … Continue reading

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The Andalusian Horse

03.02.18

Standing in front of the horse, he thought of his father. Definitely an Andalusian, he whispered to himself, just like the one my father always wanted. Seeing the horse, standing there in front of him, he remembered every word his … Continue reading

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Standing in front of the Pagoda

02.23.18

Standing in Front of the pagoda, After a long journey, she asked, in which one would you go in if there were two of them? The one to The left is bright, and The one to the right is dark, … Continue reading

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My Lion Friends

02.16.18

I bought them a few years ago, and no matter how much I try, I cannot remember where. I bought them because I liked the colors, and because lions have always been special to me. Since I was a child, … Continue reading

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Class Presentation

02.09.18

Gabriel arrived to school earlier than usual that morning, and with more energy than most days, even though the night before he had barely slept. He had spent almost the whole night awake thinking about his presentation at school, and … Continue reading

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Shadows of the Night

02.02.18

The night came back to the hotel, and the moonlight Filled the once-shiny hallways. The stairs, where children played in the mornings, Were silent now, while shadows walked the steps. The shadows walked up the steps, as if they were … Continue reading

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The Sovereign of the Seas

01.26.18

Many years later, in a small street market, he recognized the first boat he ever fell in love with. After a life of learning about them, collecting them, seeing them as one sees their best friends, talking to them and … Continue reading

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The Coral in the River

01.19.18

Walking around the Suwannee River beds, in Florida, we found them. Two Agatized Coral specimens, laying there, as if they had been waiting for us for millions of years. Amazed by the colors, we all stopped our conversation, and witnessed … Continue reading

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Sea Star in the Sand

01.12.18

Walking in the dessert, we saw a star. “It’s a sea star” she said, and we smiled, As the sand blew around us, and The ocean felt farther than ever. What kind of star do you think it is, I … Continue reading

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The Rabbit and the Secret Candy

01.05.18

Twenty minutes after our grandparents left to take a nap, we went upstairs to the third floor, as usual, with the excitement of doing something secret. Like every weekend for the last few years, all ten of us tip toed … Continue reading

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The Metal Warriors

12.29.17

Sunrise comes, and the two metal warriors stand In front of the sun, leaning against the wall. The sun light hits their glass eyes, and The warriors stand without a blink. The warriors see the grass, and The years passed, … Continue reading

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Fortune Teller

12.22.17

By the time we moved to the town, Mister Simon, also known as Maestro Simon, was already a legend, and everyone in the town, old or young, knew of his fame. Mister Simon was loved and devoted by thousands, they … Continue reading

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Marco and Rufus

12.15.17

Marco got up that Sunday morning, and all he could think of was going to visit his best friend. Like every Sunday for the past three months, Marco had breakfast, got ready, and went to the town to visit his … Continue reading

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Words in the Blue Coral

12.08.17

I can’t remember well now if someone said it to me, or if I read it somewhere, but I do remember the impact the sentence had on me the first time I heard it, the same impact it still has … Continue reading

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Going For a Walk

12.01.17

Samuel had waited 15 years, 6 months, and four days for that day, and he knew well his future awaited, if he could have the bravery to go forward with his plan. If there was something Samuel learned in his … Continue reading

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Melodies Behind Candle Light

11.24.17

Sitting under the palm trees, On the edge of a rock, two men, Playing their delicate sounds, As the world goes by.   Behind the candle light, A soft and fine glow, Almost as soft as their sound, They sit … Continue reading

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Music Comes to the Neighborhood

11.17.17

The night of November 16th, 2017, Miriam Williams saw two small figures walking around her yard. In the darkness of the night, Mrs. Williams, a 42-year-old Florida native, saw the two figures move as if they were jumping from side … Continue reading

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Hugo’s Magic Wish

11.10.17

Another day had almost gone by and Hugo, a young and bright monkey, still wondered what he should answer to his father, who five days before had asked what would Hugo ask for if he had one magic wish. Hugo, … Continue reading

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The Escape

11.03.17

What if today we try to get up and run, run somewhere new? I know, I know, you have said many times we can’t, or we shouldn’t, but what if? Perhaps today is the day, perhaps all we have to … Continue reading

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The Man in The Painting

10.27.17

The server left, and we all looked at each other and smiled, as we knew we could finally have the conversation we all wanted to have. The noise of the restaurant came back to our ears, as we saw the … Continue reading

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The Cloisonné Blue Elephants

10.20.17

The blue elephants walk at sunrise The day is new, and they recognize the sun, The blue elephants don’t talk, since It’s early, and one must not talk when the sun appears. The blue elephants walk in the dessert, How … Continue reading

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Papers of The Past

10.13.17

I always believed in signs, which is why I was surprised to not have gotten any in the days before my last weekend in town. I was about to turn 80, and thought some sign would let me know what … Continue reading

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Brighter Days

10.06.17

A week after loosing power, darkness had become so familiar that it was difficult to imagine what it had been like to walk into a lit room. We had learned to trust our ears and noses, when we had to, … Continue reading

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The Drawing on The Table

09.29.17

I see a flower opening its pedals in the middle of spring. The flower is not too big, it’s medium size, and the light hitting it at this specific moment makes it look brighter than it actually is, almost transparent. … Continue reading

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Mother’s Flower

09.22.17

Mom once said she knew where the most beautiful flower was, and she would give it to me one day. She was not lying, as I know now, and she gave me the flower she had promised. You will go … Continue reading

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A Familiar Animal

09.15.17

I must have been nine then, and remember it now more than ever. We were all sitting in a circle, just friends killing time, when one of my friends asked what animal did we all think we would be. When … Continue reading

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Summer Lottery

09.01.17

Summer was almost over, and they all knew it even though they wouldn’t talk about it. They left their homes early that Sunday, the last Sunday of summer, and walked towards the hill where they had gone so many times … Continue reading

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The King’s Chair

08.25.17

The first time I saw it, I was only five years old, and I still remember the feeling I had when I discovered that beauty can hide behind anything, even a chair. We were walking around the street market with … Continue reading

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Music of the Sea

08.18.17

Music has always been in our lives, but there was a time when music was not nearly as accessible as it is today. Back then, we had no records or ways to listen to music of our own, so the … Continue reading

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The Scent of Sand and Shells

08.11.17

The mist in the air filled the city with water, and the tiny drizzle drops crawled up his arms as if they were ants going up a hill. The humidity of his childhood in his nose brought the memories of … Continue reading

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Live in White and Blue

08.04.17

The past will always look calmer, as the time goes by. The world of the past is inviting, since distance makes the happier memories more prevalent, and erases the not so happy ones. That is how I remembered to live … Continue reading

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The Stories in The Commode

07.28.17

I haven’t been able to sleep for a week. Actually, I should rephrase that; sadly I have only been able to sleep a few hours for the last week. And, even though that would usually be sad because I want … Continue reading

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Treasures

07.21.17

My first job was as a treasure hunter. I was only 8 then, and walked before the sun came out around the city, looking in other people’s trash for treasures. Every morning, always too early, I would go all over … Continue reading

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Night Sailing

07.14.17

The sun was now burning more than ever, and they could finally see the finish line. Michael balanced his body to the right, and when he turned around he saw Phil smiling at him. He knew him well enough to … Continue reading

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Old Friends

07.07.17

The Florida heat was upon us, so we walked faster to make it to the house of our host for the weekend. I had heard so much about him, and had some vague memories of having met him, back in … Continue reading

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Memories of a Home

06.30.17

By the time we made it back to the house the sun had gone down, and a soft darkness had taken over the little town we were visiting. Not having been in the house for decades and not remembering its … Continue reading

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The Secret in the Box

06.23.17

The secret of the world is in a box, she said, as she smiled at me for the last time and walked out of the house forever. I was a kid then, but something inside of me knew that there … Continue reading

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Conversations on a Park Bench

06.16.17

I dreamed we were fifteen, and we were walking in the desert, somewhere far and exotic. Maybe the Sonora Desert in Mexico, or perhaps somewhere in Peru. There we were, the six of us, young and beautiful, walking through the … Continue reading

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Elements of Serendipity

06.07.17

Chance plays a big role when it comes to owning things; I’m a firm believer in this. Chance, or faith, or coincidences, even destiny, have something to do with the things one finds or runs upon, and ends up owning. … Continue reading

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Colors of Summers Past

06.02.17

Memories are colors and images blending together, floating in a cloud of nostalgia, and evolving as time goes by. At least, that’s how my memories work, and I keep them as a collection of paintings that tell my time and … Continue reading

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Talking Lamps

05.26.17

There is someone living inside my lamps. I know it sounds strange, but please, let me explain. There is someone, two different people actually, living inside my pair of lamps. I’ve heard them talk, I’ve heard them reminisce about the … Continue reading

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A Plume of Love

05.19.17

The room was dark and silent, and he got up slowly after having woken up almost jumping. It was the middle of the night, and he felt tired. Perhaps he had had bad dreams, or maybe he heard a noise … Continue reading

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The Setting in The Forest

05.12.17

The world was so new for us then, that every place was a discovery. So much time has passed; so much time, that sometimes I wonder if some of those experiences really took place, or if it was me who … Continue reading

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Bygones of The Sea

05.05.17

The sea always called my name, or at least that’s what I would like to believe. Since an early age, I’ve been fascinated with that giant body of water, which felt so close but also so far. I fell in … Continue reading

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Ardor for the Past

04.25.17

Entering the room the man felt the weight of the past one more time; what was quotidian or even mundane once, had been transformed by a new light of nostalgia and longing. He heard their voices, their songs, their stories, … Continue reading

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