David Corrales: 27 books

Let’s suppose for a moment that the possibility of starting again is real. That you wake up in another place after you kick the bucket, haven’t it occurred to you that there must be a natural order which must be obeyed?

Aquí se crean universos dentro de universos, microcuentos más cortos que un suspiro pero que encierran miles de preguntas, de posibilidades. Exploren, jueguen, descubran, cuestionen. Entren a un espacio de brevedad infinita que les permitirá extenderse hasta donde ustedes quieran. El...

"What you will do today is simple, but it is possible that this will radically change the vectors of your existence. You will embark on a game called creation. During its duration, those who decide to participate, will be offered the gift of being the architects of new creations. You will shape...

"Concentration. An act of communion and retreat in search of detachment, a “Houdinic” effort to disappear in time and space just for a moment.The sighs, filled with an odor of gloominess, disrupt from time to time the meditative act. It was always that way, he learned it since he saw the tremulous light on his way out of the cavern in which he was confined for about nine months".

"By the present, the Press and Public Relations Office of Heaven wishes to communicate to the entire community of believers, parishioners, followers, fans, supporters, customers, dissidents, dilettantes, curious and any other Earth dwellers that, due to the events that have been happening around the...

"Believe me, Patricia, I know men and their lusts. My mum told me everything since I was little. I refused to believe it at first, that my dad and those of his kind were all like that, but then, you see, I married Manuel Francisco".

Por un momento dudo si esto es lo que realmente quiero y si será lo mejor… ya antes había salido enterito de varias; pero la virgencita sólo nos perdona unas cuantas.Pero recuerdo a Claudia y la duda desaparece y entonces pienso con resolución en el viejo Clint y en mi cabeza aparecen las palabras «Go ahead punks… make my day».

Either in a mystical volume from the Middle Ages, in a Pulp magazine from the sixties, in a digital book, wherever, words always fit in, they are malleable and perpetual. And proof of it is this book with 140 stories which don’t exceed the 280 characters . In these pages there are...

Soccer. Passion of crowds. Sport that in one way or another manages to transcend beyond the limits of a simple playing field. Soccer is a metaphor of life, an analogy for the constant battles and sacrifices that man has embedded in his psyche. Soccer is love, hate, passion, pain, it is life...

"Today began the long-awaited joust of gladiators, today the blood would run purifying the sand, honoring the gods and their underworld and eternal lover ... death".

"it multiplies, rises, grows stronger, splashes itself with beer, now there are many, thousands of them, all in choreography, in avalanche, in synchrony, in triumphant march advancing between the shaking heads, splashing the face of Juan Pablo who boldly Kisses Margarita in the mouth, trapping the itinerant roars there for a second".

"The water travelled anxiously along every inch of your body, along each pore I had once methodically and in a disciplined fashion explored and tasted during those nights of communion and sacrifice we used to share".

Grandes sumas de dinero se amasaban día a día en cirugías para la fealdad y gran parte del PIB mundial estaba ya soportado por esta creciente economía. La gente ahora se aglutinaba a las puertas de los más prestigiosos cirujanos para conseguir verrugas, acné, cicatrices, labio leporino, hirsutismo,...

Ahora Ángelo, guarda de seguridad de una importante compañía de químicos, vivía tranquilamente su modesta vida mientras convivía con ese profundo secreto que sólo él conocía: coleccionaba muñecas.