One Hundred Years of Solitude

which had been auctioned off
to buy animals for the lottery,
and from the lewd damasks
and velvets, which the mule
had eaten, they would stay up
very late with the innocence
of two sleepless grandparents,
taking advantage of the time
to draw up accounts and put
away pennies which they
formerly wasted just for the
sake of it. Sometimes the
cocks crow would find them
piling and unpiling coins,