One Hundred Years of Solitude

Almost always, between
loves, they would eat naked
in the bed, in the
hallucinating heat and under
the daytime stars that the rust
had caused to shine on the
zinc ceiling. It was the first
time that Nigromanta had had
a steady man, a bone crusher
from head to toe, as she
herself said, dying with
laughter, and she had even
begun to get romantic
illusions when Aureliano