One Hundred Years of Solitude

Moncada was lunching with
Úrsula, a rebel cannon shot
that echoed in the whole town
blew the front of the
municipal treasury to dust.
Theyre as well armed as we
are, General Moncada sighed,
but besides that theyre
fighting because they want to.
At two oclock in the
afternoon, while the earth
trembled with the artillery fire
from both sides, he took leave
of Úrsula with the certainty