One Hundred Years of Solitude

woke up the sun was shining
in the window and she had a
barbarous stitch in the shape
of an arc that began at her
crotch and ended at her
sternum. But before she could
complete the prescribed rest
she received a disturbed letter
from the invisible doctors,
who mid they had inspected
her for six hours without
finding anything that
corresponded to the
symptoms so many times and