One Hundred Years of Solitude

her house to make her a
queen, and her soul
brightened with the nostalgia
of her lost dreams. She felt so
old, so worn out, so far away
from the best moments of her
life that she even yearned for
those that she remembered as
the worst, and only then did
she discover how much she
missed the whiff of oregano
on the porch and the smell of
the roses at dusk, and even
the bestial nature of the