Long a go, my boy and I, thought to publish a book with short stories written by him, and drawings made by me. So,we've put hands on work. I would like to give us your opinion of both the drawing and the text. I hope you enjoy ^^

http://caprichodecronos.blogspot.com.es/

http://epileptic-zombie.deviantart.com/

English (sorry for the mistakes) :

I listened as closed the door suddenly, is back! I went with small strides towards her and happy, ready to receive it, how I missed! But it passed, passing tired. Again. Every day that went back with the worst side of the street, I have really worried. The persecuted innocence and curiosity, wanted to know what was the reason for his behavior, but he was ignoring me. I was really worried about her, things were not like before, came running toward me to hug me ... and just remember that warm feeling.
He lay on the couch and let out a big sigh. Willing to listen to their problems, what was tormenting him, I went to his face, but he kept ignoring me. When it happened a while and saw that he had no intention of leaving, I looked, but not with those bright eyes, full of life he longed for, but with the new look of fatigue, which had lost all the magic they once possessed. He grumbled a bit and went to the kitchen to prepare dinner. I tired to follow it, I sat where she had been lying and took in the little heat that was on the couch and sucked the last breezes of perfume.

People will never understand ... maybe it's because I'm not like them, I'm just a little kitty.

Humans
Escuché como se cerraba la puerta de golpe, ¡ha vuelto! Me acerqué con pequeñas y felices zancadas hacia ella, dispuesto a recibirla, ¡cómo la echaba de menos! Pero pasó de largo, trasmitiendo cansancio. Otra vez. Cada día que pasaba volvía con peor cara de la calle, me tiene realmente preocupado. La perseguí con inocencia y curiosidad, quería saber cual era la razón de su comportamiento, pero seguía sin hacerme caso. Estaba realmente preocupado por ella, las cosas antes no eran así, venía corriendo hacia mí para abrazarme...ya apenas recuerdo esa cálida sensación.
Se tumbó sobre el sofá y soltó un gran suspiro. Dispuesto a escuchar sus problemas, qué era lo que le atormentaba, me acerqué hacia su cara, pero siguió ignorándome. Cuando pasó un rato y vio que no tenía la menor intención de irme, me miró, pero no con esos ojos brillantes, llenos de vida que tanto añoraba, sino con esa nueva mirada de fatiga, que había perdido toda la magia que antes poseía. Refunfuñó un poco y se fue a la cocina a preparar la cena. Yo, cansado de seguirla, me acomodé donde ella había estado tumbada y absorbí el poco calor que había sobre el sofá y aspiré las últimas brisas de su perfume.

Jamás entenderé a las personas...quizás se deba a que no soy como ellas, a que solo soy un pequeño felino de compañía.

 

Drawing for a wonderful friend and photographer: Sol vazquez ( Nanah ña)

Visit her work here:
http://www.flickr.com/photos/nanihta/with/7841496080/#photo_7841496080
http://www.flickr.com/photos/nanihta/with/7841496080/#photo_7841496080