The F.S. Chronicle

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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