One Hundred Years of Solitude

will find it. Santa Sofía de la
Piedad had the certainty that
they would find her dead
from one moment to the next,
because she noticed during
those days a certain confusion
in nature: the roses smelled
like goosefoot, a pod of chick
peas fell down and the beans
lay on the ground in a perfect
geometrical pattern in the
shape of a starfish and one
night she saw a row of
luminous orange disks pass