One Hundred Years of Solitude

Sometimes they would
remain there in silence until
nightfall, opposite each other,
looking into each others eyes,
loving each other as much as
in their scandalous days. The
uncertainty of the future
made them turn their hearts
toward the past. They saw
themselves in the lost
paradise of the deluge,
splashing in the puddles in
the courtyard, killing lizards
to hang on Úrsula, pretending