One Hundred Years of Solitude

supposition of His existence.
Melquíades got deeper into
his interpretations of
Nostradamus. He would stay
up until very late, suffocating
in his faded velvet vest,
scribbling with his tiny
sparrow hands, whose rings
had lost the glow of former
times. One night he thought
he had found a prediction of
the future of Macondo. It was
to be a luminous city with
great glass houses where