Leaf Storm – Gabriel Garcia Marquez

“I was motionless, standing, immutable, as cold as he, like his parsimonious ruminant voice.”
“There is a moment when siesta time runs dry. Even the secret, hidden, minute activity of the insects ceases at that precise instant; the course of nature comes to a halt; creation stumbles on the brink of chaos and women get up, drooling, with the flower of the embroidered pillowcase on their cheeks, suffocated by temperature and rancor; and they think: It’s still Wednesday in Macondo.”
“I’ll stay collapsed here until Judgement Day. If the termites haven’t eaten up the chair by then.”

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