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Augusto Monterroso
When he woke up, the dinosaur was still there.
The Finger
Feng Meng-lung
A poor man encountered an old friend on his way. He had a power.
supernatural that allowed him to perform miracles. As the poor man complained about the
difficulties of his life, his friend touched a brick with his finger that immediately turned into
gold. He offered it to the poor man, but he lamented that it was very little. The friend touched a lion
of stone that turned into a solid gold lion and added it to the gold brick. The friend
he insisted that both gifts were of little significance.
"What else do you wish for, then?" asked the miracle maker, surprised.
-I would like your finger! -replied the other.
The cultured lady
José de la Colina
I asked the cultured lady if she knew the story by Augusto Monterroso entitled 'The
dinosaur
Ah, it's a delight - she replied, I am already reading it.
The Sleeping Beauty
The prince awakener kissed the sleeping beauty, who woke up while he was falling asleep, and she
then she kissed him, who woke up while she fell back asleep, then he...
Taboo
Enrique Anderson-Imbert
The guardian angel whispers to Fabián, from behind his shoulder:
Be careful, Fabián! He is ready for you to die as soon as you utter the word zangolotino.
-Zangolotino? -asks Fabián, astonished.
And he dies.
Once upon a time
Javier Quiroga G.
A handsome young man knocks on the door and asks her to put on the most beautiful of the slippers.
as soon as he sees that it fits the foot perfectly, he takes the arm at the same time as it
dice
You are under arrest, this shoe was found at the crime scene.
Small bodies
Triunfo Arciniegas (Colombia)
The children entered the house and destroyed the cages. The woman found the dead bodies and
he went crazy. The birds did not return.
Fable
Braulio Arenas (Chile)
A shepherd encounters a wolf.
"What beautiful teeth you have, Mr. Wolf!" she says.
-Oh! the wolf replies- my teeth aren't worth much, since they are false teeth.
Confession for confession, -then says the pastor- if your denture is false, I can
I must confess that I am not a pastor: I am a sheep.
The house
Here again -said the grandmother-. Come.
Every time I dreamed, my grandmother would take me around the house, pointing out the doors of the rooms and
he said:
Here lives your great-grandfather, here your brother José, here Salvico, here... And so, in every dream, the house
I grew up with the quarters of my ancestors.
One time I asked about one of the names and my grandmother told me:
He is your grandfather's great-grandfather.
Tonight we explored the whole house, we went over the names and came to a new room.
I looked at grandma. She said:
This is your room.
Celestial voice
Fabio Osorio Montoya
"Do not be afraid, my son," said the heavenly voice. The poor man breathed calmly, but at once
someone pushed him into the abyss of darkness.
The Drama of the Disenchanted
Gabriel García Márquez
...the drama of the disenchanted who threw himself out of the tenth floor, and as he fell
I was watching through the windows the intimacy of my neighbors, the small tragedies.
domestic, the secret loves, the brief moments of happiness, whose news had not
never reached the common staircase, so that at the moment of bursting against the
the pavement of the street had completely changed his conception of the world, and he had come to
the conclusion that that life I was leaving forever through the back door was worth it
to be lived.
The dream of the king
Now he is dreaming. Who is he dreaming of? Do you know?
-No one knows. -He dreams of you. And if he stopped dreaming, what would become of you?
I don't know.
You would disappear. You are a figure from his dream. If that King were to wake up, you would fade away like a
sail.
Lewis Carroll
A small fable
Oh! -said the mouse-. The world is getting smaller every day. At first, it was so
big that I was afraid of. I ran and ran and by the way, I was happy to see those walls,
to the right and left, in the distance. But those walls narrow so quickly that I
I find myself in the last quarter and there in the corner is the trap that I must pass.
All you have to do is change course -said the cat... and ate him.
Franz Kafka