HAPPINESS

I got through the pain to joy.

I knew the pain that the soul exists.

Pain, sad beyond my realm,

a mysterious dawning sun.

The morning was cold joy

and crazy and warm wind that charges.

(Alma saw that green springs

it broke beautifully. )

So I feel it more. I pointed to the sky

and answer me when I ask

with pain after pain for my wound.

And while my head lights

I pray for the sadness I have been in

divinities of life.

Author of the poem: José Hierro

WILLING

In your red and fresh mouth

kiss, and my thirst is not quenched,

each kiss that would

drink whole your soul.

I have fallen in love with you

and it's so bad disease,

that neither death, cure,

Well they know that love!

I get mad when I hear

the sound of your talk,

and the touch of your hand

It gives me life and it kills me.

I would like to be the air

the whole entire hugs,

I would like to be blood

that runs through your insides.

Are the lines of your body

the model of my desire,

the way of my kisses

and the magnet of my looks.

Sorry to gird your waist

a question that kills me

I wanted a hug

your body and your soul.

I'm sick of you,

there is no hope of cure,

thirst in this crazy love

you're my thirst and my water.

Damn the hour

when I saw your face,

I saw your black eyes

and I kissed your lips scarlet.

Damn thirst

and damn the water,

damn poison

poisoning and does not kill.

In your red and fresh mouth

kiss, and my thirst is not quenched,

each kiss that would

drink whole your soul.

Author of the poem: Manuel Machado

MADRIGAL

Come to me that you are injured

in this bed of dreams

You can kick me.

Come, already midnight

and no clock from oblivion

pour their bells

pain in my chest

Your expected return.

An angle of my life

voiceless voice I am announcing it me.

Author of the poem: Concha Méndez

MY LOVE LASTS

Over the years I believed forget.

New roads are long and lonely fancied.

Security was on a path of no return,

and delete calendar dates.

But finally he comes over me.

My breath fades.

My heart still.

And my breath drowns and disappears.

What's happening to me? I thought forget ...

And in my futile effort to get away,

failure to keep in oblivion,

smothered flame,

your forbidden love.

Author of the poem: George Pellicer

WHAT YOU NEED

You do not know how I need your voice;

I need your eyes

those words that always filled me,

I need your peace;

I need the light of your lips

! ... I can not go on!

...I can not anymore

my mind does not want to think

You can not think of anything but you.

I need your hands flower

that patience of all your actions

with justice that inspires me

for what was always my spine

my source of life has dried

with the force of oblivion ...

I'm burning;

I need what I have already found

but still! I still miss!

Author of the poem: Mario Benedetti

Experiment horror story

Upon awakening, he was on a cold hospital bed and facing bad woman, you put electrodes on the skull. The poor man was scared to death, but had previously agreed to join the experiment in exchange for financial compensation.

Researchers gathered there, claimed that the mind of the "test subject" travel through dimensions. In theory all showed perfect, so it was time to put it into practice. They put him in that transparent sphere, in which the energy flowed showing flashes of bright colors.

For a moment he felt dizzy, and recover, the bubble was completely clear about it, as if the machine is responsible for promoting the trip was turned off. She was still disoriented, so he could not realize that the landscape around him had changed. He made a couple of babble hoping that those responsible for the investigation came to his aid, but no one approached.

He left the container and his first reaction was surprise. He was all alone, the room where he was looked gray, flat, like a simple drawing, but to touch, seemed made of gelatin, tapping inertia transmitting shaking the ground where treading, that caused him to fall and bounce to find calm to sit up and moved slowly to avoid returning to the floor.

He could not continue this practice, once terrible screams were heard nearby. The sounds were so scary that I just wanted to run away in terror and even crawled out of that unstable escaped room to discover a world, just as thrilling in which strange humanoid beings using soil as a springboard to move quickly and flee a bestial creature trying to eat them.

The man wanted to join them and flee too, but not so good at moving on shaky ground, the monster also tired of eating the same thing, olio immediately the new sandwich, and went straight to him ... watching this strange be approaching, with its open mouth, fear made him shattered, and lost consciousness.

Upon awakening, he was on a hospital gurney cold and facing bad woman, you put electrodes on the skull ...

Tale of two brothers

Ana had a hobby that many people seemed strange because almost daily she visited the cemetery to find the most gloomy and mark using a chalk on a paper sheet tombstones. After returning home and added some of his own art brands.

Who particularly bothered by this practice was his younger brother, who attacked as the witch all this fascination with the dead, to which she seemed not to fear, because it penetrated in the pantheon regardless of the night had fallen, in fact, It was his favorite time, because right now, "everything was quiet."

The young man followed her sometimes with the intent to scare, but in the end did not dare to set foot inside the cemetery. Only he saw the silhouette of the girl lost among old tombstones and ghostly reflections, wishing to return to good.

Sometimes I wanted to charge her with her mother, but this was always so distracted that you put little attention to the boy and father ... absent. It seemed it was just him and his sister. At one point they had a big fight, and taking advantage of its outputs, the boy went to Anne's room with the firm intention to break all copies of the stones ... but between those images, he found one that he rattled ... for he said: "Andrew, beloved brother and son" and a drawing he had made, and the date of birth, and other recent.

When Anna saw him dismayed that drawing quickly took it off in front, saying it was a hoax. But Andrés ... Andrés had remembered his accident earlier this year. He ran to the cemetery, this time with a different fear, and there on his grave, was made to mourn knees, while the earth swallow him, returning him to his grave.

Story of a ghostly visit

Nobody could believe the stories of the little four years when he was the reason for his nervousness. Many children speak of monsters under the bed or in the closet, imaginary friends, but Nataly described with disturbing accuracy shadows approaching his bed and translucent human-shaped figures trying to touch her.

She cried constantly late at night, for he saw that the hall was lit in stages, as if little lights will activate the rhythm of footsteps approaching. After the door of his room creaked, and two strange shadows came to stand beside his bed. Of course when someone came, there was nothing.

Being treated as a liar, she had to learn to control his fear, and grow among those spectra with the passage of time and nor disturbed. She smiled the spirit of the girl who sat at the foot of his bed, greeted old macabre look that appeared in the living room sofa and goodnight to two shadows around her.

He was so used to all this, that by moving to a new apartment and meet with other ghosts, did not cause the slightest disturbance. In this case, were the other members of his family who heard the footsteps in the corridor, they saw the lights flash on and off. Then appliances were activated alone, even disconnected from the mains. The doors creaked and gave way to strange beings, soon in that house there was nothing but cries of horror, except Nataly, who now had nearly twenty years, and the comforting saying all this time, she never had him injured.

But there helpless spirits who appear and disappear without just cause more than a fright ... and there are dark ones, full of resentment, driven by revenge, they just want to do evil around him ... who for the first time, felt his Nataly cold feet touch the strange stuff that grabbed the sheets, smelled the rot of a broken spectrum, and felt bad that he rested on the shoulders ...

Then he shouted again, everyone in your family cried together before the ghastly visit came home every night.

Tale of the girl in the park

I must confess that it was the first time I went jogging in spite of living facing the park. I'm not a very active guy, but had days seeing that beautiful girl passing in front of my window, so I went there to meet her.

At the end of your routine to stretch it into a damaged banking, there managed to speak to introduce myself and talk a while. It was like this for over a week, I saw her every day, and we talked. But the day just gathered all the courage to ask her out did not show, either the next day or the next ...

On the fifth day I could not resist, I was worried. He did not have the exact address, but his home was nearby and was very clear to describe how to get. There I was greeted by a young, almost hit me in asking for it. I thought it was her boyfriend, but later learned that it was his brother, a boy quite upset ... for good reason.

They explained that she had disappeared months ago, I told them about my meeting with her, and ended up giving my statement against authority. They sent police officers to the park. They said they expected to see it, but I actually watched me, I felt somehow suspect. Worse, when they took statements from people and no one remembered seeing her.

I could go in jail when they found his body just under that bench, but to dig in mine and his family presence, a pink steam rose from the dead, taking the form of the girl, and floating before our incredulous looks me He has found and thanked me against all acquitted. After just he ran off and disappeared.

Tale doll dresser

The doll dancing gracefully on the dresser, her beautiful white dress with glitter, illuminated more than the stars themselves, around two ... and people were delighted, met in around, expecting to see her pretty face as smooth as silk.

The golden hair of his left with his mouth open to anyone, all the girls wanted to have it, but it was not for sale, the shop owner was only interested wear it, he said it was his masterpiece, the best that his hands were wrist create, so it would be with him always, he exhibited only because the world must not be deprived of such beauty.

After that people enjoyed her dance for hours, the man running the curtain, and with extreme care, almost as if it were a solemn ceremony, wrapped in fine fabrics, to carry it after shop, where he placed in a bed specially made for her.

Over time, the man was old, but her beloved doll, continued to attract the eyes of all the people, because they are not tired of seeing her every day rotate in the same direction, wearing their beautiful costumes.

The old man was alone, was not known family and despite having thousands of orders of those who hoped one day to find inspiration and have a beautiful as the dresser doll, did not have any worker, just everything was done by . It was clear that his world was dolls and devoted to it full time, though his hands were full of arthritis, and his feet barely could give happened.

Despite his deteriorating health, he was performing the ritual dresser to the delight of the people and of itself. But on one occasion, he stumbled, pulling the curtain of your site, and falling to the ground, upon the poor doll shattered. People who saw ran fast passes to attend the elderly, but being inside immediately took a step back in horror ... the doll parts scattered on the floor, were not rag and porcelain ... were human parts.

Horror story about the worst night of Andrea

A cold morning, Andrea received a call in his sleep, picked up the phone without opening his eyes, but the person on the other end of the line sounded so affected that put more attention. It was Louis, a good friend who works in a funeral home and asked a favor that was to accompany him because colleagues were gone and even though that was his job, some fear caused him to spend the night there ... "alone."

Taking with him some food, he went to his friend. Everyone who watched the dead had gone home, still, Luis had to keep wearing a suit and tie if anyone wanted to come back, so she ate careful not to stain your clothes.

Then they went to the office of Luis, there had television, privacy and a game console hidden, he needed a little distracted, made him nervous as truth conduct the night watches. In the most exciting part, when Andres was about to beat him, the funeral was completely dark, all the lights went out and they skipped like cats digging the each other. They were about to mock such a situation, when they heard the desperate and deafening screams of a woman leaving a wake of rooms.

With the unstable pulse, Luis barely managed to light the torch, but you could tell the erratic illuminate all his nervousness. Neither wanted to separate from the other, so they held hands and went together to see what was happening, but just stepped out of the office, silent screams and the light returned. So they could see the image of surveillance cameras, in one of which the shadow of a woman who stood in an empty room looked.

There was no way that was there, and sure enough, when they went to check, did not find her anywhere. We assume that in these funeral homes are common things, so nobody wants to cover the night shift and Andrea did not want to return to be with his friend and relive the worst night of his life.