Texto en español en Químicamente impuro: "Aurora boreal"
Traducido al inglés por Héctor Ranea
My head is full of lights that undulate, wiggle. I searched at a
Library what may those fireflies walks be due and I came up with a bunch
of explanations.
The Inuit people believe the aurora borealis is a
meander and very dangerous lane connecting with the sky. It is possible
to climb it, but also is a down ladder for other spirits.
In Finland it is believed that those are the foxes tails running through Laponia, whipping in the ice igniting sparks.
Mine,
instead, seems to be a problem in the eye, ruined up connections in the
nerve going to the brain. Scintillating Scotoma, that what they have
told me.
Meanwhile I lost myself within my internal lightning and
run with foxes and I hail spirits ascending and descending. A lot more
fun than cheap short circuits.
Publicado en inglés en Heliconia Flash Fiction and Short Stories
Gabriela Baade
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