Sunday, December 25, 2016

Yellow Cat: stories for children

“Oh, my black and white friend, if we had one owner …”
“I every time I get close to a human, if he does not throw me a stone, he hit me with a slipper, or a pillow …”

“Heh, heh, heh, ashy friend, so I managed to enter through a window. I always run to the kitchen to eat a fish fillet, or meat. ”
Look, black and white, I have to settle for catching mice over the rooftops. I always find the doors and windows closed.”
The yellow cat knew the secret that his fellow ignored: meow. She meowed and rubbed her tail between the legs of humans. So, of this manner, she communicated with them. Only now, at that moment, she only saw a darkness inside the house of their owners.
So, she was hoping one day.
On the second day, she was waiting patiently for one of its owners arrived. She did not see their owners return. But the third day, if it really was the third because he did not know count consecutively, he realized that some humans had reached to the supposed property of their owners.

She started meowing desperately.
“They should be,” meowed the yellow cat, “maybe they give me some milk and lots of love.”
When they saw the yellow cat, they not ignored her. She understood that those humans were different. They hardly resembled their owners.

The yellow cat was frightened. She stopped wagging her tail, and she made a mewing like wildlife cats, away from humans. She settled her legs and ran as she could. She realized that the house of their owners, where she was born and raised was destroyed. In place of the house only they had debris and smoke that prevented to see their surroundings.
After a few days she realized she was alone. She was completely alone. But she had a hope. She still had a necklace around her neck that she seemed most striking among neighborhood cats. Also someone could identify her and communicate to their owners.

Since then she showed surly. Sometimes, when a man approached her, then she ran wildly. She hid in the undergrowth. From there she watched the area where the house was built from their owners.

The yellow cat felt sadness, even in her solitude.

Pupy & Pancha: stories for children

“Hey, how about you? What you're doing here?”
“Same thing you are doing here”, replied Pupy.
“Hey, how dare you answer me rudely?”
“Sorry, your grace. I treat you as you treat me.”
The black mouse was furious. He was about to bite Pupy. But he stopped because Pupy was no ordinary mouse as he and his fellows, darker colors.
“Let me see”, said the black mouse. “I am Ayán, Who are you?”
“Me?” The white mouse was amazed. “Well, my name is Pupy.”
“Pupy?” Ayán was amazed too. “I do not know any Pupy around here.”
“Okay, now you know me: I am Pupy One.”
When he uttered the last word, he began to see Ayán teeth became increasingly larger. It seemed that Ayán was growing teeth in the darkness that still Pupy was unsuitable.            
Wait! Wait!!” A brown mouse intruded.
“Who are you?” Asked Ayán.
“I'm Manny, well known in these parts. I corroded hundreds of pounds of food. I nibbled thousands of cheeses. I have eaten steak at the best restaurants and stores in this world. “
Ayán laughed:
“Yes, I see. Now I remember you. But that…” Ayán pointed his gaze to Pupy, “I had never seen him.”
“To me?” Pupy intruded. “Well, I'll tell you I could be a victim of hundreds of thousands of syringes. I have escaped many laboratory workers, and look at me here, alive and nibbling.”
“And what do syringes and laboratories in this conversation?” Asked Ayán.
Ayán, with syringes I saw them do many experiments on white mice. Some lost their sight; others lost their limbs.  Drugs deformed heads many mice. Finally, they tested the drugs on us to prevent and cure diseases to humans.
“What human?! “, Manny hesitated.
Ayán did not believe in the words of Pupy. Really, he knew very little about the syringes and chemicals. He had grown up in the darkness, in the streets, in underground tunnels like the tunnel where he was. He urged a must: try the white flesh of a little white mouse as Pupy.
Without thinking he fell on him. A little more, and he had bitten Pupy, running nervously from side to side in a dry area of ​​the tunnel.
“Wait, wait, Ayán!” Many said.
“Who are you to give me orders?”
“I told you who I am, and I ask you to reflect against Pupy.”
“Why do you tell me that?”
Pupy sat quietly in a corner. He was already thinking about getting in the water and swim like a while ago. He had learned to swim in seconds.
“If you eat Pupy, you could die.”
“I die?” Ayán boasted. “I am eternal. I have caused more losses to the human race than you.”
“Wait, Ayán”, Manny returned to insist. “Cannot you see Pupy is a laboratory mouse?”
“Yes and what? This should be tasty white meat.”
Many did pause to Ayán. Certainly, Pupy could damage the Ayán’s   stomach. For many years it was rumored that the white mice transmitted diseases that could not withstand the other species of mice. Ayán looked less Pupy intentions of biting, who only begged another chance with his red eyes and pink snout.
“Give me a chance, Ayán”, again beg Pupy, “all mice have the right to be pet and to be treated as such.”
But Ayán, which still had a desire to prove that white meat Pupy, returned to be aggressive.
More species of mice began to arrive, both black and mulatto; some mice were lighter, some darker.
“Now what we do with that mouse pink snout?” Mice were asked, before Ayán and Many.
“Well ...let's eat it! “ Shouted a group of mice mulattoes, blacks and whites.
Pupy had devised a Plan B: escape. He wanted to return to the civilized world, leave the underground and dark life where much evil was brewing ... now against him.
“Just a moment!” Pupy shouted.
“Hey, how you dare yell!” Adrian was furious.
Almost Manny had left his role as mediator in the conflict against Pupy.
“If you are going to execute me,” Pupy said, “I have a right to complain first.”
“What rights you speak! ...” Intervened Ayán, “if humans violate them.”
“Yes, yes!” Many mice shouted.
“We will never be treated as pets,” still talking Ayán. “Human annihilate us. They will reduce to zero our species through poisons.”
“Permission,” Pupy said, “if you keep nibbling sacks of food in warehouses, humans will continue poisoning us... “
“Mutes the pink snout!” Ayán interrupted again.
“If you want me to eat, you have to listen first,” continued Pupy. “But remember that soon after swallow, some of you will become a chemical mass. I am sure you will die like my kind of white mice. Otherwise it is time to demand our animal right to become pets... And that humans treat us as such! Mouse is more than white, more than mulatto, more than black.”

Then only silence was heard. Then a group of mice, terrified by the words of Pupy, began to leave. They left another group will test the white meat Pupy and those were risk of poisoning because of a chemical waste, alias Pupy One trademark.

Miquito & Susel: stories for children

A few small monkeys were born and raised in a forest, near a village. They came from a species of monkeys that did not grow much. That afternoon a couple of monkeys had just abandoned his little son. He did not want to return to life. He had just opened his eyes.
The little monkey was hanging from a branch of a tree. At the foot of the tree there were some stray dogs that were barking toward a herd of small monkeys that were hanged on tree. When the little monkey fell off tree, those dogs who seemed to have no owners, they began to bark. The little monkey had his eyes half open. The little monkey would die, he had very little time to live.
One of these dogs approached him, seemed going to bite to little monkey that remained motionless and unblinking his eyes.

Other dogs imitated the fiercest, which was the guide. Still they kept barking up the little monkey.
An old woman was walking very close to that forest.  She had the look of being very helpful. The best thing she held in her soul was a taste very, very attached to pets. She adored animals cared for many decades in an office where animals passed quarantine. Good tongues said that in her youth came to have almost a zoo at home. She also took care of abandoned animals. That splendor of her youth had passed. She just wanted peace in her old age , and walk , walk as she did in those moments when some fierce dogs tried to bite to the creature that had fallen from that height from a leafy tree that grew in that forest.
The old woman when she saw these predators near the little monkey, she “started barking” like those dogs. She was wishing that the dogs desisted their efforts to bite to the little monkey that was dying on the floor. 

“Hey!” The old woman screamed, “I hope you stay away from small monkey, evil dogs ... You do not dare to bite him.”
“Woof! Go away, old woman,” said a dog, “It is not her issue! Woof, woof!”
The dogs had no intention of obeying her. While the old woman was shouting more to dogs, these beasts were approaching to the little monkey a little more with intentions to bite him.
The old woman chose another tactic: she took up her cane. She pointed toward the dogs with his cane. The old woman was doing that for over half an hour. The little monkey stopped moving. The head of the pack of dogs retired with his henchmen behind his tail.
Indeed the old woman did not understand why the dogs were gone. The dogs had not bitten to the little monkey. They had abandoned their prey.
When she was closer to the little monkey, with her cane began to touch him. She did not see him a trail of blood. He had just closed his eyes. The old woman did not know if forever. With mother’s compassion, she reached down and took him in her arms. That little monkey did not weigh even a kilo, or one pound. He was dying. Worse, he was delirious by a disease called hunger.
Of course the old woman did not know what the little monkey was suffering. Otherwise, it would be very difficult that she had carried with that very thin little monkey.
She wrapped him in a sweatshirt she was wearing. It had been raining for several days. The weather had brought an outbreak of flu in humans very strong in those days. Small monkeys and other animals also suffered from other diseases, other than what ailed the specimen that the old woman was carrying. Only, this disease, is cured with food.

A creature more,” said the old woman, “a creature that does not bother.”

Tita and Tato & The Gray Bird: stories for children

Tato suddenly alerted Tita:
“Beware that comes a hunter.”
Tita either ignored him.
Hunter began placing cages around that tree and others which were very close.
“Do not poses over the cages,” shouted Tato. “They are traps, Tita. These traps make you fall in and then you cannot get out.”
Tita ignored him. Tato did not know her name. Still he insisted on calling attention to Tita curious who dropped to one of the lower branches of the tree where the hunter had hung a cage which was a trap.
Tato inadvertently dropped to the tree branch. Tato again asked Tita:
What's your name, beauty? Remember that you should not sit on top of the cages.”
Tato never looked like going to call attention to Tita, who kept looking at the cage, and to the hunter who disseminated cages with food inside.
Tita began to hover over one of those cages. She held her little legs to a front of the cage. She tried with its beak to eat the food that was spread within the cage. But she could not reach the food with its beak.

She fluttered a bit and reached the top of the cage and perched. Tita felt a gravitational force that drew her. It was a force that drew her like a magnet. It seemed that gravity took her. When she hit the bottom of the cage with his little legs she did not realize she was locked. When she hit the bottom of the cage with his little legs she did not realize she was locked. The amount of food was fascinated by her.
She began to bite and swallow as she saw. When she was filled with food, she wanted to fly through the bars of the cage. She wanted to drink water from a river that looked behind some trees.
Then, Tato, very sad, approached the cage and he told Tita:
“You see? If you had listened to me you would not be so.”
What am I doing here? Help me out.”

I'll help you”, said Tato, “but tell me your name.”
“My name is Tita, and what is yours?”
They call me Tato.”
Well, you know my name. Now help me get out of here.”
But Tato could do nothing to Tita. The hunter had just returned.  He had several cages in a car. The last cage that he placed in the vehicle was to Tita. That beautiful bluebird felt sadder than before. She looked different. Only now it was Tita which called Tato.
Get me out of here. Do not leave me…”
Wait, Tiiitaa. I will see what I can do.”
Hunter started driving. The car was a lot of noise throughout the forest. Tita saw that the hunter had condemned her to a dark unprecedented inside the vehicle. There she could hear various bird songs. These birds were from different species. Each bird was cheering for their loved ones. In the manner of birds screaming or calling for assistance on how to get out of this confinement despite having plenty of food.

Tita huddled in a corner of the cage. She began to remember its moments of freedom before falling prey to a trap.
“Hey, beauty, what's your name?” Asked Tato.
““Do not poses over the cages,” shouted Tato. “They are traps, Tita. These traps make you fall in and then you cannot get out.”
What's your name, beauty? Remember that you should not sit on top of the cages.”

So Tita recalled the first words of Tato, who had to settle elevate your flight and spy on the vehicle that was driving the bird hunter.

The Silent Cicada & Foki, the Mongrel Dog: stories for children

He had also spotted a sign that read: Puppies are given away. The offer was tempting. He had reread again and again: give away ... Puppies are given away.
“Pups? Well, they are puppies, they are small dogs, small dogs that serve as company.”
He lived with his two sons. And his wife had gone to heaven and he thought a dog would be a faithful companion that would never leave him.
As he came to a shopping complex he asked about his glasses and then received them in his hands. He believed that the recovery of his glasses was a good sign.
Gonzalo decided to cross the street. Before reaching the corner he remembered the poster which said that puppies are given away.
He began playing at the door. He claimed that if he had a watch would surely have spent ten or fifteen minutes to receive answer. Suddenly he heard a voice saying:
“What do you want, please?”
Gonzalo was looking at that person. He just pointed him towards the poster where he visually reread the information concerning about the puppies.
“Is it true?” He asked that person.
Oh, yes, puppies.”
That person encouraged him to sit indoors. Gonzalo looked around. For nowhere he saw puppies. He likewise said that it was a joke. It must be a joke. But he changed his mind when he saw that the person who had opened the door carried in his hands a puppy asleep.
“This is a gift,” that person said.
Are you sure?” said Gonzalo, “How much do I owe you?”
“Yes. Except one thing.”
“Let's see what it is.”
“The puppy is not for sale”, the person said, “It is a gift. But remember this well: you cannot leave the puppy because then he will fall like a curse on you.”
“A curse on me?”
“I do not believe in curses.”
This is the last of the puppies. I've given four cubs.”
The last puppy? Then I’ll take it.”
“But if you leave the puppy from now, a curse will haunt you.”
I told you,” said Gonzalo,”I do not believe in curses. I will not give up.”

Saying those last words he stroked the puppy’s head. Unintentionally he woke up the puppy. Gonzalo noticed his small eyes. His little eyes were clear as day or a full moon. That person placed the cub in his hands. Gonzalo felt a slight jolt in his upper extremities. He rejoiced and joyfully, because he had recovered his glasses and he had to receive a puppy that undoubtedly is going to become his pet.
“... You will be called Foki,” He told the puppy.

As soon as he got home his two sons were content to see the creature that he could not walk on all fours. They stroked his fur. It looked like a fine wool, a skin coveted at markets. 

Adorable Pets: stories for children

Bene, the Little Beaver”

That rainy day in June the mother of Bene was distraught. She had increased desires to give birth a baby because of storm. She would be the mother of Bene. But she kept crying and looking forward to the birth of her baby would be later.
“Only two months, my beloved son, only two months to birth,” the mother continued repeating to herself.
Then Mom of Bene saw the sky that was a little darker than stormy. She heard a loud voice that was not a thunder across her visual arc elongate like lightning. She requested to the voice that her son could survive.
It rained so much that the drops became streams that filled the holes that produced some low terrains.
There was a time when the mother of Bene was trapped by heavy streams of water coming down from the top of mountains, trees and shrubs.
“If I give birth to a baby,” she said to herself, “the baby I carry in my womb will die.”
Someone had advised her not to leave. It was going to rain. But the mother of Bene not ignored and went in search of cooking spices that grew wild in a place far from home.

Now she was almost ready to curse the hour that had left home.
“But the soup would have been tasteless“, she said quietly.
She looked toward the sky that was drilled, from which water flowed out:
“If I do not survive this hell, I would like my son could know the life.”
“You should make a promise, my daughter,” someone said genderless.
“How scary,” the mother of Bene raved, “I do not know who you are, or where you came from.”
“I am the voice whistling through the mountains. I cannot do anything in the sky. But down here I command with acquittal.”
“Okay,” said pregnant female, “What should I do?”
A promise you must meet, woman. Otherwise, it will revert upon thee cursing water, and you are going to drown someday.”
Bene’s mother obeyed that voice, not knowing where it came from.  And she promised with the voice never get out under threat of storm.
There is one thing, my daughter.”
“What should I do, please?”
Your child will survive but not grow much.”
“Well, as long as he survives I will content.”
The water level began to rise and the creature became Bene baby. The mother could not believe her son did some underwater movements like in swimming. He moved his arms and legs.

Mom picked him up so he could breathe on the surface, but Bene wanted to keep by himself submerged. After a few months Bene looked like a creature yet. Bene’s mom again reminded that voice said her, "Your son will survive but not grow much."
“Oh, thank you, Holy Voice, at least my baby is the best gift in my life.”
It was several years smooth. Bene began to speak fluently. However, his limbs seemed to shrink. Yes, he liked to bathe and pass within the water longer than usual.
Some friends began to reappear in the neighborhood. His friends were shouting his name for him to abandon home and go to venture into the region. The last time Bene came out with his friends for a long time. His mother was alarmed and began looking for him. She was shouting the name of Bene everywhere.

Bene! Bene!! Where are you, my son?”

The Red Lagoon: stories for adults

...The Red Lagoon

Two beings lived in a house whose access to its entrance was through an embankment. Also, had a second access: a paved road; but the cars did not have drivers and construction workers decided to go down the embankment.
The trees were anomalous near the only home in kilometers around. Anyone would feel strange there. Almost all the electricity poles had no lightbulbs and the masons, despite the sun shining, they asked God and the saints who do not surprised them the night by the embankment.
Are you sure it's around here?”
“Hey, Cuzo, I was not born yesterday.”
“With what they will pay us, we will live a year without have to work.”
They were moving bike and the heat was suffocating. Cuzo again asked to Heras for the address and he heard a bad genius:
“Bah, curse. I will not invite you anymore!”
“It is ... the place, Heras.”
They returned to spot a straight on the embankment. They would see another curve at the end of the embankment. At that place there were trees and trees on both ends of the embankment. Then there was a straight, in other end there was a curve. They believed they were walking into a snail.
“Is this not the last curve? “ Asked Cuzo.
Heras remained silent. He noted that the stones had changed its color and size. The stones were larger and darker.
They had been perceiving the change of flora, as a friend had told them. They imagined that a lion could jump over them.
 Heras heard a grunt and he looked toward Cuzo.
You're not going to think we’re in the jungle,” Heras said.
Dogs bark...”
“And dogs do not growl?”
In any case are big dogs,” Cuzo assured, as he pressed the handlebars of the bicycle. Sometimes the treetops was so high that crisscrossed branches and prevented the penetration of sunlight.
Cuzo thought again at night and, at dawn. Suddenly they heard someone moaning. The grunts were gone.
“Could it be ... a tiger?”
Heras watched and added: “a wild dog.”
“How do you know if you have not seen it?”
“How stupid you are ... not gross, gross woman.”
“But he grabbed someone.”
 “It was an animal, Pendejón González.”
After several minutes of silence, they heard screams. They knew they had yet to reach the house. Heras was concerned about those screams. The shouts could be a man. There are men who cry. But they there were cries of fear. Maybe they were a couple.
Cuzo panicked and promoted the idea of a loose predator. Heras compared those shouts with sexual gestures. He busied himself in those virile memories. He had an erection and pedaled slowly.
“Many women prefer terror,” nodded Heras, “that woman was raped, sure.”
Cuzo stepped forward, and called him Heras.
“I knew it, you see?” Cuzo said, “I was right.”
We can no longer return.”
Cuzo felt a depression. They were sweaty. Heras came back to pedal near Cuzo, who looked sideways. He imagined beasts in the dense foliage.
Masons noticed that the songs of birds had disappeared. They saw no sparrows, or butterflies.
“We're close,” Heras said.
They stopped. Heras looked at Cuzo. Cuzo watched to Heras. Cuzo now was watching around. They did not see anyone. They just saw a buzz of flies and a row of ants, which they came from the house. Cuzo looked up and saw the building.
The house was colonial style, mysterious and challenging. He pointed the way to Heras. It was true. The house was also covered by rare trees that a biologist it would take time to decipher if these species of tree existed. At the back of the house there was a red lagoon. Cuzo did not want to believe it. He thought that the color was due to discharges from a chemical factory. But they knew that there not was a hut in a lot kilometers around, much less a factory...

Wednesday, April 6, 2016

Synopsis of Tales

Synopsis of Tales

“Bene, the Little Beaver”

An ant mother, pregnant, becomes infatuated go out to find food on a rainy day. Suddenly she is caught by a water stream and requests aid, but only responds a Holy Voice. She made a promise not go out under threat of storm in the future if her creature get to survive. The mother gives birth to a baby in a flood: an ant half, and half "beaver". Bene takes a walk with friends who teased him because he could not jump like them. However, a threat of storm approaches , which threatens the lives of friends of Bene. 
10 pages.

"Foki the Mongrel Dog"

An old man, father of two children, is fortunate to receive a gift: a puppy from a fine wool, whose skin was coveted at markets. The puppy grows and disappears its beautiful appearance contrary to the ugliness of an adult dog.  The sons get marry and the old man is left alone. He will face a curse because of the loss of Foki. 
11 pages.

"Pancha, the Horse Mare"

An adventurous driver” dreams of having a modern car to prosper in his business. But he will have to settle for a mare named Pancha whom he throws kisses and gives the best power despite running less than a modern car and charge less work tools. This beautiful mare will prevent road accidents and keep him alive to his house, the home of adventurer and dreamer “driver” who adores his mare Pancha. 
6 pages.

"Pupy the Little White Mouse"

A small white laboratory mouse pretends to be dead to avoid being injected by syringe. He is thrown into a bag of toxic waste to then be transported by truck. The small white mouse will escape and pass through stinking places in a city to find a girl playing with her dolls. The small white mouse will play with the girl only for the purpose of becoming a pet, to bet on the animal right to be treated like a pet along with others of their species.
18 pages.

"Solitaire Doberman"

A dog breed Doberman is abandoned for a few days by its owner. The animal just barked little, and only showed his large teeth, but only to protect the house from its absentee owner. The dog, seeing that the owner did not return, began to die of hunger and thirst. Until a neighbor risks save the animal abandoned.
7 pages.

"The Curiosity of Susel"

A girl named Susel realized, very sad, that part of the wall of their house collapsed due to a gale with rain and thunder. Her mother thinks that holes of straws and debris are rats' nests and immediately she begins to set traps and poisons against mice. But Susel will discover something unexpected that will return the laughter and hope her Mom...
12 pages.

"The Gray Bird"

Some boy scouts were investigating why a bird would not go behind their kind for another place. Season after season passed, the winter, the spring, summer, autumn, and that bird was still there, perched on the top of a tree where he moved just to eat and drink water and then returned there, beside her companion who remained motionless, despite the rain, the calm and the sun. Until at last the children realize why that gray bird, next to other less gray, he do not abandon despite the ravages of Mother Nature.  
7 pages.

"The Little Mockingbird" 

 Despite the advice of mockingbird mother, a mockingbird pigeon is spotted by an eagle. That eagle steals the nest with the mockingbird pigeon. However, some children playing with a kite, they accidentally cause the eagle entangled in the string of comets, releasing the nest with his pigeon, falling into a river. One boy chases the pigeon” that falls from the eagle's talons and he rescued alive. He takes it home with the hope that will be born pigeon feathers in bright colors. But the child will be a surprise to see that little mockingbird have a great treasure.
9 pages.

"The Little Monkey"

An old woman found a little monkey who fell from a tree. Some dogs tried to bite to the creature lying on the floor. The old woman covers the little monkey with a blanket and takes him to her home where she tries to survive it with bananas and a bottle of water. Finally, she discovers a talent in your little monkey adopted as a pet.
11 pages.

"The Silent Cicada"

A boy named Joseíto recognized in a park on his friends who abused cicadas. His friends tied to the cicadas with string to make them sing. Joseíto noticed a cicada silent because she did not want to sing. Then he throws the cicada in a pocket and he takes her home. When he closes his eyes to sleep, he begins to hear the song of the cicada that says: “Let me where you found me”.
9 pages.

"Tita and Tato"

A whimsical bluish victim of a bird hunter, but her beloved bluish, after knowing her name, he decided to conquer her. He follows the truck where the hunter has in cages various species of birds. The handsome blue bird chases the truck to discover the hunter's house. Tato will devise a plan to rescue his beloved bluish.
11 pages.

"Yellow Cat"

A yellow cat come back to home late. She sees that builders are destroying the owners' house. The yellow cat expects to see that their owners coming back for her, but their owners never appear. Then the yellow cat is hungry and asks for help some stray cats which hate humans that they are working in the kitchen of a hotel where angry employees throw objects and buckets of water against cats. Until one day arrive at the hotel a couple of guests. Then, a lady begins to caress to the yellow cat.
29 pages.

Tuesday, February 17, 2009

Synopsis of the novels

Pedro Merino: Freelance writer. He has ventured into poetry, narrative, essay, journalism, and literary script for a movie. His first published book was Quinta de la Caridad, Juan March Novel Prize, Spain, 2003. He has written dozens of books for children, young people, and adults, on various topics, both fiction and non-fiction, available on Amazon. He currently has unpublished several historical novels. HE LOOKING FOR A LITERARY AGENT.


“Tayno Cubao”
The author, through reliable historical documents, manages to interact with real and fictional characters. How did they catch to the cacique Hatuey, symbol of rebellion Taino? Were there two caciques Caguax, or two Hatuey’s captains? Does the Taino ethnicity survived the Spanish conquest to the point of keeping their native roots? Was father Las Casas honest about his writings on the West Indies? What factors influenced the excessive use of force by Christians, or Spanish conquistadors? Through an agile and vivacious language, the author answers these and many other questions thanks to an engaging story and discourse that will appeal to readers.

Historical novel, and unpublished of 300 pages. Registered: 10-585-301 (Colombia)

"Body of Spirit"
 The plot takes place in Havana at the beginning of the third millennium. Gary, a young Cuban painter, suffers Syndrome Blank Canvas, who is trying to minimize it through his uncle Febles, owner of the boat Daydream, who is an experienced fisherman licensed 50s to fish on the northern coast Havana. Gary is inspired by the seabed to enrich his imagination of artist, who is far away in a migratory adventure beyond the sea horizon. He is lucky enough to find a mysterious cylindrical object trapped by the reefs in Boca Chipiona, Santa Cruz del Norte, area the wreck of the Spanish frigate Browser, based in real events, it occurred on February 4, 1814, and it being victim of looting from fishermen and divers, etc., where Gary discovers a cylindrical object that appears to be related to the wreck. It is a look at the visual arts, from figurative painting to abstract painting through various facets more where the ambition, the plagiarism, the fame, merge with history and make an encounter with the true artist.
Note: an original title, "Trilogy Flat on the Caribbean," juvenile-child theme, a work written and recorded in Colombia, 112 pages. Unpublished. 

"Breath of Wind Attentive"
The plot unfolds in a nursery room where some children are engaged to play in a small fishbowl. To do this they used toy packages in plastic and lead miniatures, as "The village of Magcaguas", and "Scientific expedition of Engineer SABA", beings made of wind and water that sniff their homeland from a distance. Absurd elements like elephants resting on the snow, butterflies fluttering in a snowstorm, crocodiles swimming in icy waters, etc., where the imagination of children goes beyond the aspirations of the characters, handcuffed and prone to disappearances in each habitat, where the stroke of effect, or the unexpected, it will to the reader a second reading in end developer about each miniature toy.
Note: an original title, "Trilogy Flat on the Caribbean," juvenile-child theme, a work written and recorded in Colombia, 93 pages. Unpublished. 

"Quinta de la Caridad" (Operation ¨Fula¨)
A marriage was dedicated write letters with different targets. He dreams that will come out of prison. Former Manager Jaime Sardinas thinks he is right and his wife believes he will return to the restaurant El Bodegón whose revenues were in dollars. Captain Veitía and his assistant Rodriguez, will try to make realize the dream of a marriage of two children. The culprit that the former Manager is in prision commits a murder in the Quinta de la Caridad , a mansion whose owner left the country in 1959 and this residence was given to people who had not to live. Captain Veitía and his assistant Rodriguez will investigate the crime scene where they fall face forward with a precarious reality: drugs, prostitution and illegal businesses teem unchecked, besides dreams and hopes to betting for a better life.

As reported by the Foundation Bartolomé March, the novel presents a "quick and lively style, tasty cubanismos, and phonetic touch of different talks from Havana and references to customs and products of the local ordinary life." It was selected from a hundred works.
96 pp.  First Edition. Editions Bitzoc, Spain

"The Stamp"
An enthralling thriller where two young men meet again after many years. One of them is criminalist; the other a murderer in series who puts a stamp on the forehead of their victims and shoot them to the genitals. Captain Veitía, and his assistant Rodriguez, will be responsible to decipher the letters of the stamp and inclinations in the forehead to portray to the murderer by interviewing witnesses. A narrator character and friend of the murderer of the stamp he will be narrating and describing the reader to show them the author of serial crimes. 
98 pp.

"The Twin Case"
After catching the murderer of the stamp, the captain Veitía and his assistant Rodriguez will travel to an intricate rural school looking for two sisters, Katia and Kenya Hernandez and his girlfriend, Sandra Suarez, from the same classroom, which were missing the education center. Through unexpected twists, interviews with students and teachers, the reader will discover a love story, a separate family, and a pair of perplexed criminologists in which was a junior high school. 
109 pp.

"The Country of the Ciguaraya"
A Spanish couple travels to Havana. She is of Cuban origin and shows to her loved one various historical places of the city, as well as bizarre places. However, they cannot share their privacy in a dollarized hotel and they will make the decision to hire a rent a room of a Cuban family hotel. Her husband rented a bike and he went for a walk around the outskirts of Havana and so, he disappeared. Intriguing thriller where the captain Veitia and his assistant Rodriguez will attempt to decipher the dialect lucumí from the murderers in an illuminating ending.
139 pp.

"Friendship is a Street of Havana"
Sergeant Rodriguez waits in the comfort of his comfortable home, a new murder case. Sergeant Rodriguez receives a novel from a neighbor where the characters of Osmel Brito and Chava Henriquez, obsessed with emigrating without success, are obliged to consult the Babalao Alfonso, which will reveal their destinations, where they will know characters of marginal and intellectual world.
115 pp.

"Prisoners do not Drink a Bowl of Soup"
Jabico, Asere and Monina, three marginalized characters, narrate from the patio of a place of men without women why they committed killings and how they were captured by the captain Veitía and his assistant Rodriguez. There are three stories of humor and resignation where it is advisable to consult the Glossary of cubanismos to the end of the book in order to understand the words and phraseology of these three characters in each story whose outcome enjoins us to reflect. 
152 pp.

"Separate Illusions"
Captain Veitía during a short vacation, he feel lazy and decides to read again Anguish Coat, a novel confiscated by customs of a Cuban airport that a friend gave him. This novel is about the Suarez family, who lived in Havana and believes that within 72 hours they could reach Miami. First they have to scale across multiple airlines of the Lesser Antilles. But they remain bogged down on the island of Antigua where they will decide to travel in a precarious boat toward one of the US Virgin Islands in search of the Cuban Adjustment Act. 
181 pp.