One Hundred Years of Solitude

shirts playing cards on the
terraces. She did not see the
oxcarts on the dusty roads
loaded down with bunches of
bananas. She did not see the
girls diving into the
transparent rivers like
tarpons, leaving the
passengers on the train with
the bitterness of their
splendid breasts, or the
miserable huts of the workers
all huddled together where
Mauricio Babilonias yellow