One Hundred Years of Solitude

Macondo during the splendor
of the banana company,
fleeing from one of many
wars, and nothing more
practical had occurred to him
than to set up that bookshop
of incunabula and first
editions in several languages,
which casual customers
would thumb through
cautiously, as if they were
junk books, as they waited
their turn to have their dreams
interpreted in the house