One Hundred Years of Solitude

like a little bird. She managed
to thank God for having been
born before she lost herself in
the inconceivable pleasure of
that unbearable pain,
splashing in the steaming
marsh of the hammock which
absorbed the explosion of
blood like a blotter.

            Three   days    later   they    were

married during the five-
oclock mass. José Arcadio
had gone to Pietro Crespis