One Hundred Years of Solitude

Its almost as if I were your
mother, not just because of
my age but because the only
thing I didnt do for you was
nurse you. Aureliano would
escape at dawn and come
back early in the morning on
the next day, each time more
excited by the proof that she
had not barred the door. He
had nit stopped desiring her
for a single instant. He found
her in the dark bedrooms of
captured towns, especially in