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First Prize

AFTER THE STORM
By Carolina Fernandez

At that time, he stopped to listen. Maybe it was the routine, fatigue, or the dielectric selfishness. Anyway, Laura, never gave up and tried a thousand ways to tell. And his words were lost in the air, and their messages were not getting destination, to their prayers the covered their snoring. One evening, while her husband watched television, Laura is locked in the bathroom alone again, and wept. The first were tears of anger, then slid down the table laden with helplessness, when tears streamed down the floor of sadness, joined the memories and the promises. And they became rivers and waterfalls coming down the stairs with violence. The husband was wrecked among the waves and was found drifting dragged mercilessly tsunami, amid an ocean of oblivion. And on the edge of drowning surfaced, embracing the foot of the table. When he regained energy, he saw a bottle floating beside him. Uncorked and the cry went inside
- Mario, I have something to say! - begged his wife, and he heard.

Second Prize

SEA OF JEALOUSY
For Jesus Olague

sea awoke Monday tired of coming and going without pay, decided not to return, for on Wednesday and missed the games of children and the bare legs of the swimmers, but his pride was stronger, but today he's consumed by jealousy of rivers and lakes that have capitalized on his absence.

Third Prize

LIQUID COLLECTION
By Alejandro Cabrol

As years had curly eyes and had been generous with his chest to the ignominy of that fateful day since then devoted to dissect dawns with poise and precision watchmaker surgeon.

went round to the cottage of the valley as an omen of bad woven tunic white just wore gray afternoon. Strands such vague, Blow-in cheek enough to wash so much bitterness. Such moisture! Herds of minimum fuzzy rainbow lit on each front, each source; snorted on behind doors and windows.

That was not love, he could not get to see the rain with sunny outside: just heard roars and whispers, a well-known cry. Him, taciturn and timid and little he was born in those eyes and take care not to forget, now moored and leafy motif first of the new sea, emerged and died of old love. AWARD