One Hundred Years of Solitude

buy the largest turtles around,
let strangers come and spread
their mats in the corners and
urinate in the rose bushes and
sit down to eat as many times
as they want and belch and
rant and muddy everything
with their boots, and let them
do whatever they want to us,
because thats the only way to
drive off rain. But it was a
vain illusion. She was too old
then and living on borrowed
time to repeat the miracle of