In Praise of the Pause: The art of silencing external noise to hear our own voice once again. By Nuria Ruiz Fdez HoyLunes – I remember the first time I sat down to read The Red Leaf (La hoja roja) by Miguel Delibes. It wasn’t in a library, nor in a corner prepared for concentration: I was in my…
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On forgotten books and the literature that remains, waiting to be read. By Nuria Ruiz Fdez HoyLunes – I was organizing my library the other day when a book appeared that had been silent for years, tucked away among others. It wasn’t hidden, or even lost; it was simply forgotten. ‘Y abrazarte’ (And to Embrace You), by Clara…
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The art of diagonal reading as a shield against information chaos and the alarming loss of the “slow gaze” in 2026. By Nuria Ruiz Fdez HoyLunes – In recent weeks, I have heard the same phrase repeated in television and radio debates, almost like a refrain: “I’ve read the judicial proceedings,” “It’s hundreds of pages, but it was given…
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A descent into the cellar of fear, where certainties crack and truth throbs beneath the damp wood. By Nuria Ruiz Fdez HoyLunes – The house breathed in silence. The wind from the Strait scratched the shutters with a long howl. Margarita had gone to bed a while ago, although Youssef sensed she would not sleep. He wouldn’t either. He…
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In this sixth installment of “The Soup Tureen”, the story delves into the shadows of the Rock of Gibraltar. Lucía is torn from her home and confined between the murmur of the sea and the damp walls of a foreign house. From there, between threat and faith, the voice of a daughter tries to reach her mother. What once seemed…
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A mother, a stranger, and a soup tureen: the invisible border between fear and hope. By Nuria Ruiz Fdez. HoyLunes – The young man stopped at the doorway, shoulders hunched, as if crossing that threshold might hurl him into an unknown abyss. Are you Lucía’s mother? he asked softly from the doorway. Margarita eyed him with suspicion: that exotic, youthful…
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A mother on the edge of the abyss discovers that her daughter’s letter hides a secret, and that emptiness can also be the beginning of an unexpected struggle. By Nuria Ruiz Fdez HoyLunes – The hours, slow, felt like stones in her pockets. Each tick-tock was a sharp blow against Margarita’s chest as she wandered through the house aimlessly,…
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Between ash and salt, Margarita learns that pain is not always buried: sometimes it remains standing, watching from a soup tureen. By Nuria Ruiz Fdez HoyLunes – Margarita Lafuente and her family left León as one abandons a wounded animal, with sores on their hands and scars in their hearts that still festered. When they arrived in Algeciras, it felt…
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A silent tribute to those who today have lost everything in the wildfires that are ravaging Spain. A story about the fragility of memory, the grief left by the flames, and the symbolic power of a soup tureen that, against every fire, resists as the last refuge of life, affection, and family heritage. By Nuria Ruiz Fdez HoyLunes –…
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When someone you loved returns in a dream, perhaps it’s not nostalgia: perhaps it’s a compass. By Nuria Ruiz Fdez HoyLunes – Sometimes, the people who are no longer with us return in our dreams to remind us that life is not just about breathing, but about daring. This is the story of such an encounter, of that hidden…
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