One Hundred Years of Solitude

dissuaded him was when he
was about to destroy the
daguerreotype of Remedios
that was kept in the parlor
lighted by an eternal lamp.
That picture stopped
belonging to you a long time
ago, she told him. Its a family
relic. On the eve of the
armistice, when no single
object that would let him be
remembered was left in the
house, he took the trunk of
poetry to the bakery when