Llorona

An adaptation to an old Mexican song called La Llorona based on a legend about a woman who killed her sons and now her spirit in pain wanders for Mexico's streets, i turned it to be a tribute to the most beautiful creature i know, this is my voice, with lots of love for her.
Hope you like it!!

Sea Flower

One night many years ago, my wife couldn´t sleep, so she asked me for a story to fall asleep, the story popped up in my mind magically, and we both liked a lot, later i did the painting and we liked more.

I tried to translated it to english, I apologize for my bad english, but I hope you understand and like the story.

Näutia was a beautiful young woman who lived in the isle of Taathra by the times of the 1,000 year peace, before the cataclysm that sunk it in to the sea. 

The great skill for fishing and the knowledge of the sea of the people that lived there were famous in all the lands, some people used to say that the Lord of the seas had them between he´s favorites.

 Näutia and her family had the profession of fishing net weaving, the maiden was specially skilled in the weaving and the fishermen of the isle use to pay well for her nets, they had the believe that Näutia’s nets had the special gift of bringing abundant fishing because of her joy and beauty.

Every day at dawn Näutia used to walk on the beach and she sang to the winds to give the farewell to the fishermen that embarked for the fishing day, her voice was so beautiful and tuned that the joy in the fishermen’s hearts dissipated all their fears and worries.

It happened that in the summer a great storm threw a shipwrecked on the beach, unconscious and nearly dead he was aided by the isle’s people they cured his wounds and gave him water the man raved for many days until one day he woke  up

Once healed, the man presented as Múbilus an animal trader. His crew had amotinated and he was threw to the sea two weeks earlier by the coast of Debraham. 

Múbilus was a singular man to the people of Taathra, he had dark ocher colored skin never seen by the fishermen, his hair fall to his back and he was twice the size of the isle’s people, he was calm tempered, may be too melancholic for the merry fishermen, but he got alone pretty well with all the people.

Totally healed, Múbilus offered his help to the fishing in return for the aid given by the fishermen, so the next morning he was on the deck ready to go out fishing.

When the boat sailed on Naütia’s voice sounded on the beach firing the men. When Móbilus heard that voice he ran to the back of the boat and tried to see what was that, his face turned pale and he asked the sailors what kind of witch craft was that and they explained who was singing and the custom of the girl to say good bye to the men, Múbilus was impressed with Naütia’s voice. 

When they reached the open sea Múbilus ask them to drop their nets at the same time, all the sailors looked at each other with strangeness but they did it just to please the foreigner, Múbilus laid on deck with halve of his body over the waters.

At the beginning it looked like he was caressing the waves, but then he started to speak in an incomprehensible tongue, suddenly the waters started to shake filled with the splash of thousands of fish that flocked to the nets, the fishermen hardly could draw out the heavy nets full with all kinds of fish, when they finished and all the fish were on deck  tree nymphs peered between the waves they had nacre eyes, they happily greet Múbilus and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Múbilus explained that during his unnumbered voyages at sea he became friends with a lot of magical creatures and that they owed some favors for that reason they had came from the bottom of the sea to help them in the fishing. 

The fishermen couldn´t believe their eyes, it is known that the Nymphs are elusive creatures and really hard to find, never the less they Heard and aid this strange man.

Back on the isle the story spread fast ant the hole town amazed about what had happened.

The next morning  Múbilus got up early and hurried to be on the beach before anyone, he wanted to see the girl of the beautiful voice, he sat and waited while the waves broke on the coast and their it was! Just before dawn Naütia appeared wearing a White dress, the very sun worried to rise upon the horizon to hear the young girl, just as her dress, the tunes were waving on the wind.

Mübilus stood frozen with that image and when she was beside him they looked to each other for hours while she continued with her song. Näutia and Múbilus fell in love in that very moment only the great sea knew that they would remain together for all eternity.

The next day, the town ask Múbilus to lead them once again to the sea and once again he called the Nymphs and once again they came to help in the fishing.

The days passed on, Näutia and Múbilus married and they build a hut on the beach, every day, Näutia sang, now for Múbilus while he took the men in to the sea looking for the Nymphs blessings. But the sea´s spirits are whimsical and you never know when they can change their mind and collect the favors that they grant.

With the Nymphs being so near to the beach they happened to hear Näutia singing, they watched over her for many days envying her beautiful voice. One morning while she was singing to her husband on the ship that was almost touching the horizon, the Nymphs sneaked to the beach and with a sigh they stole Näutia’s voice to take it with them to the bottom of the sea.

Far from there, the fishermen waited for the Nymphs to come and help them, but this time there was no answer to Múbilus call, he spoke in the Nymphs tongue louder but the only response was the light whisper of the sea. 

When they came back to the isle empty handed they found all the people shocked before Näutia’s mute words who cried a hollow and piercing sob. When Näutia managed to explain with signs what had happened, Múbilus yelled a deafening shout and threw himself to the sea without looking back in search of those who had stollen his wife´s voice.

Many days passed and Múbilus searched in to the dark depths of the sea without finding any trace of the Nymphs or Näutias voice.

Back in the isle Näutia couldn't wait any longer and decided to look for her husband, the people warned her of the Nymphs, if she fail in her peril, she couldn’t never come back, so she hatched a plan, she would weave the greatest net ever weaved and with it she would look for the Nymphs, in the right time she would throw the net over them and catch them, then she would find Múbilus, claim her voice and return home. Convinced with her plan she took her net and plunged in to the immense sea.

No one saw her again, not Näutia neither Múbilus, but the legend says that Naütia reached the bottom of the sea and in those dark waters, she found the Nymphs, they had catch Múbilus and made him prisoner while they played with Näutia´s voice bouncing it in the unfathomable Wells of the sea´s flor. The girl tried to sneak near to the Nymphs without been seen but when she threw her net to catch the creatures, the Nymphs were faster! They dodged it, the net fell over Múbilus and Näutia´s voice that was bouncing by the Nymphs caught Näutia with her own net beside her beloved husband and her voice and they imprisoned them entangled in a sea whirl spinning for hounders of years.

So when time passed, the sea´s salt solidified the net and the lovers in it, condemned to spin and spin for the eternity.

Some people say that the Lord of the Sea pity on them and, in an act of mercy he released them from their water prison, after so many years spinning they have been transformed in a beautiful sea Shell where the Múbilus ocher skin barely looms beneath Näutia´s White dress, this seashell could at last be free all over the seas as one of the most beautiful sea flower.

Centuries passed, and the Taathra isle sunk in the sea, and the earth is no longer as it was, then the wars came, and the men’s reign too.

But still in this days, the sea men admire and honor that same sea flower, and they named it Nautilus, joining the two lover’s names and that´s how Näutia and Múbilus are one for eternity, weaved in their love’s net and believe me when I tell you… if you hear carefully inside a Nautilus you will hear Näutia’s beautiful voice filling the abyss and dark depths There. 

The Elf King´s throne

There was this fine kingdom where life used to run calmed and joyful like a creek in spring, That place was just as it should be, not too big nor to small, it was in a valley under a beautiful mountain that wasn’t too high neither too low.

The people who lived there had a joyful manner and skillful hands to work with.

An elf King ruled there, he was righteous and wise, not too young nor too old.

He loved his people, his land, and he used to do everything at his hand to make of that, a good kingdom.

Never the less, there was something that troubled the Elven King´s soul, something was missing, he used to spend much time thinking about it, he looked the city from a window in the Throne´s hall wondering what was it.

He used to work and walk across the kingdom every day, attending the numerous duties that his charge claimed, finding in everything the query that took his sleep away.

-Something is missing in this kingdom!  He used to tell to himself every morning and he spent the day looking for that thing that was missing.

One find day, seated in his throne, he made up his mind.

-I shall look for a better place to establish the kingdom!, a place that has it all, where my people will never feel that something is missing!.-

He felt so happy and eager of looking for a way to improve things for his people, he tied some leader strings to his throne to carry it up and take it with him, he told to himself:

-If I’m going to choose the appropriated place to reestablish the kingdom, I shall do it, seated on the king’s throne!-

He took his royal boots, and putting them on tightly left the castle caring the throne on his back to the city’s main street that lead to the kingdom’s borders. All the people that lived there went out to give the farewell to their beloved king.

-The King will find a better place for us!- Said the people while the king passed on.

The King walked all the way to the kingdom’s borders. it felt so good, he looked back and saw the mountain far in the distance, and beneath it , the city and his castle.

He walked day and night until he got to a hill’s top beneath which he saw the biggest grasslands ever seen, he untied the throne and putted down on the green grass, and sitting down watched amazed the great landscape. 

The fields extended to the horizon, he imagined his castle and the city among those great lands…..but something didn’t convinced him, those fields were awfully big, if the city was established there, it would seem tiny beside those great grasslands, the city would lose importance and his people would feel despised, that wasn’t the right place, so he stood up and carrying his throne continued his journey.

Some weeks later he found the coast and stood breathless before the beauty of the sea, he climbed a steep cliff where the wind was blowing hard, once again he lowed his throne and placing it before the amazing landscape sat down, he closed his eyes for a while and felt the sea’s breeze scent, wet and serene, he heard the waves braking on the coast, opened his eyes and looked carefully the rocks on the beach, the water’s foam, the little grass that grew on the cliff, again, the place wasn’t the right one.

-Too High!  He said, someone could slip and fall and the wind is too strong up here soon my people will be tired of so much wind and dampness-

He took his throne and hanging it to his back, left the coast.

The elven king crossed the sea, beyond the horizon; facing t unknown lands never seen by someone like him.

He tried to imagine the perfect land for his kingdom but the image didn’t clear up 

-I will find it! - Eagerly said to himself.

He traveled far and unknown lands, found huge desserts with thousand colored sands that were too hot to establish his kingdom, explored thick jungles inhabited by numerous and beautiful beasts, too much for his people, very dangerous!

Scaled giant mountains and looked the world from their top adorned with diamond glaciers that reflected the sunlight creating a rainbow over the earth, but the immensity of their nature wasn´t appropriate for his kingdom that already had lots of colors.

Many years passed and the elf king didn’t find the right place for his kingdom, everything was too big or too small, too bright or too dark, too wide or too narrow, too thick or too deserted. 

The king discouraged thru the years, his clothes were rags and his face covered with a long beard, his crown was all rusted and his throne mistreated, scratched and broken it looked like a bunch of timber that he was caring up but he couldn´t give up, he couldn´t disappoint his humble people who were waiting for the news of a new and complete land to establish. Because of that we kept walking tireless thanks to his love for his people.

 One fine sunny day he walked up on a path that lead to a hill top he was very tired and filling defeated.

When he reached the top his eyes couldn´t believe what he was in front of, He knew it in that instant! The king was standing before the land of his dreams! 

The landscape was perfect! a forest with the perfect size not very big nor to small, a beautiful river neither to abundant nor to calmed, green grasslands extended at the center, a refreshing breeze caressed him it was light but shocked his soul with joy.

His heart jumped full of excitement! At last he was found the place that so many years had took looking for! He instantly thought of his beloved people:

-Oh! How happy they will with the news that I found the perfect place!

He walked down the hill to explore the site carefully, when he got down he found a city, -I think that the people that lives here won’t mid to share it with my subjects!

He thought in talking with the king of those lands to explain his plans. When he got in to the city the people stare at him awkwardly, his appearance wasn´t good at all, he walked up street heading to a beautiful castle.

What the king didn´t knew was that this was he´s kingdom!, in his constant search he walked all around the world and now he had came back to his city but the desire for a perfect place had blinded him to be able to recognize his people and his city, thanks to his appearance his people didn´t recognize him too.

When he knocked the castle´s door the prime minister received him in a bad mood, everyone in the city was sad in the King´s absence and they had lost the hope of seeing him again.

The Elf King got in the castle and lowed his throne almost destroyed explaining to the prime minister the reason of his journey and his plan of establishing his kingdom in that beautiful place.

When the Prime Minister realized that the King had returned at last felled on his knees and welcomed him with tears on his eyes. He ordered the servants to wash shave and dress the king properly, but the Elf king couldn´t yet realize that he was back home.

When all got set the Elf king was lead to the great hall where a new throne was made during the absence of the king, they seated there and was until then when looking at the window that mountain, beyond the city when he understood! He was back home! And at that very same moment he found what was the thing that he looked for all this years! It was just the knowledge that this place was unique to him and to his people and that there was not another place in the whole world for them! It had been necessary to walk all around the world and knowing it all to understand that this kingdom was the right one!

The news of the Elf King´s return spread fast and everyone came to welcome him, he told the story of his tough journey and its happy ending everyone agreed that there wasn´t another place in the world for them besides that beautiful valley.

The Elf King returned to his usual life and duties and never felt again that something was missing, his life turned to be as it should be neither to long nor to short, he ruled wisely and happily after knowing all those places, knowing that there wasn´t in the whole world a place more beautiful and merry as those lands there! 

The time when I was "There"

There was a time in my life when I managed to live in an amazing place, where the forests are huge and the fog that floats among them is beautiful, it carries with it a charm that makes you feel happy all the time, a place where present is all that exists, where Elven kind and Men look at each other as equals.

That place is plagued with fairies and elves with eyes of thousand colors, there are gnomes and dragons too, dwarfs and wizards and the most exceptional musicians that I ever heard, and their music cheers up even the most shadowed and bitter heart.

In that place I knew lots of people that, like me, wanted to live “There”, I saw many come and go, and many more stay forever.

I took the task of knowing that world from tip to tip, flying on the back of dragon, or mounted on a huge black percheron or even clinging to a sea monster’s flipper.

I roamed on beautiful grasslands and pasturelands that look like green oceans where the buffalo and the unicorn herds run.

I traveled exquisite desserts of red, blue and yellow sands, chasing sunsets with multicolor suns.

I had the chance of plunging depthless fog and water oceans, I saw their waves breaking on crystal and carbon reefs where the mermaids and mermen sing, stealing your soul.

I climbed the most high abysses and cliffs where all kind of flying beasts nest, fenix, sphinxes, giant vultures, flying turtles and gryphons.  

I got mudded in the moldy swamps and marshes where the terrible seven headed hydra and the diamond scaled lizard makes their lair.

I had all kinds of adventures, shoulder to shoulder with amazing knights, courageous maidens, with chunky dwarfs and wise wizards.

I absorbed the very essence of this world, impregnating me of its magic till I became part of it so deeply that even now I still feel it.

I can’t tell what happened, but one day, I wasn’t “There” any more, now I live in other world, “Here”, it’s not better or worse than that, it is simply different, never the less, every now and then, turning on a corner, I cross with a distracted elf, or a grumpy dwarf, or even sometimes I end involved in some adventure with a wizard, some other times I recognize the beauty of the fairies on a familiar face, there are other times, when I found myself articulating word on the elfish language.

I´m not sure of what happened, maybe just my way of seeing things changed, or maybe the way that things see me changed, but the sure thing is that I was there!, and I’m a citizen of that wonderful world!, and I will never forget it! Who knows, maybe someday I will fly on the back of that dragon, or dance with the fairies for a hundred years in the center of a mushroom circle.

That´s the reason of writing this, maybe you can, like me, change your way of seeing things, and, who knows, maybe someday we will meet, taking a walk across the amazing lands of “There”.

Speaking in Tounges

Many English speaking people has asked me to translate my Blog "Cuentos de Alla" to English, let me tell you that my mother tounge is Spanish so i will ask you to understand that i'm translating all by my self and my english writing may be a little bad (it sucks!!), but you will be able to read my storyes and understan (in some way) the original blog.
Thank to all the people who has follow the Blog in spanish!!.