call from Colonel Aureliano
Buendía that afternoon. It was
a routine conversation which
was not going to bring about
any break in the stagnant war.
At the end, Colonel Gerineldo
Márquez looked at the
desolate streets, the crystal
water on the almond trees,
and he found himself lost in
solitude.
Aureliano, he said sadly onthe key, its raining in