Shadows - Esteban Moscarda

I'm scared. At any time, I know they will splinter the doors, burn my philosophy, they'll take me to a Hell that Dante could not even imagine. Luckily, I'm alone. I could not stand the suffering of anyone else. I'm starting to shake, noises are part of a Death's overture. I turn around. No, I'm not alone: behind me, there are 30.000 shadows trying to hold me...

Original title: Sombras
Translation: Luciano Sanders

Versión en castellano

Esteban Moscarda

The boatman – Esteban Moscarda

He came to Caronte and realized he didn't have any money. Luckily, when he put his hand in his soul's pocket, he found the Debit Card which he had died with. "Do you take Cards?" he asked to the boatman. "Yes" he answered reluctantly. So, relieved, he sat in the final boat. "Such a good thing that the financial system transcended life" he thought while the Earth's shore slowly faded away.

Translation: Luciano Sanders
Original tittle: El barquero

El barquero
Esteban Moscarda

A Thousand Ways - Esteban Moscarda

When I dream I die. A thousand ways. With pain. Without pain. A red thunderclap strips me of skin. Herds of elephants trample me. Baroque music suffocates me. A two-year-old boy knifes me. A stray drunkard electrocutes me. I sink in a well of razor blades. I poison myself with priceless wine. A fly crushes me with one of its limbs. I bleed to death, in a battle, on the banks of the Ganges. And when I awaken I am born. Also a thousand ways.

Original Title: Mil maneras

Translator: James Hershing

Taken from: MINIFICTION

About the Author: Esteban Moscarda