Love is stronger than death

She started to burst into tears on the bus home with no reason. When she saw a body on the sidewalk, she already knew whose hand that was. He heard voices ordering him to kill her. He committed suicide from their eleventh floor as he didn’t want to hurt her.

Another desperate man

Everyday was a heavy burden. He had to struggle to defend his arguments at work. Nothing was given to him for granted. He always returned home exhausted. One day He burst into tears and confessed: “I only want people to love me, but I don’t know how to get it.”

The laboratory

Her living was hard. Many days she locked in her toilet and cried feeling herself ill. Nothing seemed to work either at home or at work. She went to a laboratory to have her tears analyzed. She got high levels of loneliness, frustration and anger, but low ones of resignation.

Silent night

Within four hours it would be Christmas Day. Just a few thoughtful walking shadows here and there walking lonely, not knowing what else to do. Just walking and feeling cold on their faces. All of them struggling to delay their arrival at home. Silent night, sad night, night of tears.

The Japanese interpreter

160 people were listening to him. Nobody could understand a single word, except the interpreter. She admired him, his teachings and his effort coming to Spain two or three times per year. Tears of emotion and love blurred her sight when she publicly acknowledged how much those kendoka appreciated him.

Two tears

He was a renowned Sumi-e painter. However, that day he couldn’t find the exact grey for the bamboo cane he was trying to paint.  He got desperate and started to cry. Two tears dropped on his paintbrush and then he achieved the master touches he had been looking forward to.

A special man

Mary had been preparing dinner for him. He loved  risotto with oysters and mushrooms. She also cooked roast beef and some fish, too. “He loves fish”, said to herself. She had also bought wine and cava to celebrate. Then the phone rang. Some minutes later Mary’s eyes were in tears.

by Ana Cajal

Bitter harvest

They had their fields neatly ploughed. They’d used the best seeds. The artichokes were growing well and healthy. One day it snowed. The following morning was even colder and snow turned into ice. Two chilly days had ruined five months’ work. They could only harvest debts, more work and tears.

The red balloon

Mother and child were walking happily. He was proud of the floating red balloon tied to the string. A tramp came towards them. When he was beside the child, the man approached his cigarette and the balloon exploded with a bang. His mother, absolutely angered, dried the bitter child’s tears.

The first snowflake ever

It was the first time the child could see the snow. He looked up, raised his arms, opened his hands and a light snowflake touched his palm. The child looked happily at it. Soon, the snowflake started to melt. The child’s tears mixed with what once had been a snowflake.

The living moments collector

People said he was the best local sculptor. He only worked with blocks of pure transparent ice in a dim wax candle light. His carvings looked living beings, so real that people could hear them moan with tears of pain when the sun started to melt them in the morning.

The Happiest Day in My Life

This happened when I was 10. Coming home, I saw mum embracing a man, crying. I was angry, I thought he made her sad. Surprisingly, they clasped me. "Honey, this is your dad returning from the front," mum cried, but those were happy tears. We have had much laughter afterwards.