Atrapada

Capturada estoy entre tus manos
impostor, mitómano embustero
insolente, chantajista de ensueños
no me atrapes en tus brazos
quisiera huir y no puedo
ten piedad, por favor
déjame libre…como antes
cuando podía mirarte sin desearte
cuando podía partir sin recordarte.

Muder in the beach (1995)

It was a splendid day. The sun was shining in the sky. A man was the beach. He needn´t see neither birds nor sea. His big eyes only saw the end on the beach. He waited for a few minutes and pullet out a gun. He shot himself twice. The first bullet didn’t killed him, the second one did. When the sun set in the west, a love letter was sailing on the sea.

Old Pianist’s House (1995)

Have you ever hear about the wonderful piano? A legendary story told about a well-known pianist whose music loved all the people who hear his romantic music. The people remember about him. By the time he was played out. He crossing run through on the room and crashed into the piano. It was a corner, near the window. He got a terrible shock when the heat hit the piano. After a week he could play the piano clearly but anybody there was teaches him. After several days his mother arrived him but he said: - please, I didn’t ask me it. I’m feeling fine-. He was standing behind the piano.

The black rose (1985).

(Sobre una idea de mi hermana Norma)
This is a dark stormy night. It’s midnight. The human silhouettes can be seen tough the window. Their faces expression look scared. A woman standing on the floor do not movie. She has a black rose in her chest. One man is Mr. James Robison who is the husband of the victim and the other man is the police’s inspector.
- Tell me slowly again, please- said the inspector and continued…
What have you done?
- I’ve been to the road – said James- I’ve driven because I’ve come back from London. I came here very fast but in the way I was stolen of my entire thing but not my car. Then…here, I’ve seen the scene.
- Were did you go?
- I went to London
- Was your wife with you?
- No, she wasn’t. She never comes with me on my business trips but Fiona wrote to me quite often. In her letters she told me that…one night she had heard noises upstairs…in the attic. She went there to stair up. The door was locked…I remember …she didn’t have the key because she had lost it several weeks ago. She forced the lock and walked into but…that was empty.
- What did you do?
- I’m very afraid and worried because in her last letter she told me in the capital letters: please, my darling came back as soon as possible´ and then…I arrived here but I didn’t call the police immediately.
- You should have called
- I know, inspector. I did but, not immediately. I couldn’t do it.
- Why not?
- Because I heard noises…
- I know! In the attic, say sarcastically.
- Yes, I was there when…I could see…some green eyes in the middle of the fog.
- Where? - Said opening his eyes.
- In the attic. He was watching me and then he…vanished in the air and on the floor was a black rose.
- Oh yes, sure- said the inspector watching the roof.
Actually James also said, from the prision, - I’m innocent –
That death for the police wasn’t a mystery. This is because their never knew the true of the words.
Everybody in town doesn’t believe this story but I think anyway it is true because in each of the Fiona’s death anniversary and each stormy night you can see and find on her tomb only a black rose. It’ll forever.