One Hundred Years of Solitude

for Fernanda, without a single
moment of respite. When he
asked where they sold funeral
wreaths they took him from
house to house so that he
could choose the best ones.
When he asked for the most
beautiful woman who had
ever been seen on this earth,
all the women brought him
their daughters. He became
lost in misty byways, in times
reserved for oblivion, in
labyrinths of disappointment.