En las dos últimas horas de su vida no logró entender por qué había desaparecido el miedo que lo atormentó desde la infancia. Impasible, sin preocuparse siquiera por demostrar su reciente valor, escuc...
Ella había ido descubriendo poco a poco la incertidumbre de los pasos de su marido, sus trastornos de humor, las fisuras de su memoria, su costumbre reciente de sollozar dormido pero no los identificó...
El mundo habrá acabado de joderse -dijo entonces- el día en que los hombres viajen en primera clase y la literatura en el vagón de carga.
El mundo avanza. Sí, le dije, avanza, pero dando vueltas alrededor del sol.
E' stata una strana esperienza creativa che merita di essere spiegata, anche solo perché i bambini che da grandi vogliono diventare scrittori sappiamo fin d'ora quanto è insaziabile e corrosivo il viz...
Docteur, quel est le meilleur remède contre le mal de tête ?- Ne pas s'être soûlé la veille.
Diciembre llegó como una primavera imprevista, como descrito en un libro. Y con él llegó Martín.
Death really did not matter to him but life did, and therefore the sensation he felt when they gave their decision was not a feeling of fear but of nostalgia.
Dacă detest ceva pe lumea asta sunt sărbătorile obligatorii în care lumea plânge fiindcă e fericită, focurile de artificii, colindele aiurite, ghirlandele de hârtie creponată fără nici o legătură cu u...
C'était comme si Dieu avait résolu de mettre à l'épreuve leur faculté de s'étonner et voulait maintenir les habitants de Macondo dans ce perpétuel va-et-vient entre le plaisir et le désenchantement, l...
But if they had learned anything together, it was that wisdom comes to us when it can no longer do any good.
But if they had learned anything together, it was that wisdom comes to us when it can no longer do any good. For
Because solitude had made a selection in her memory and had burned the dimming piles of nostalgic waste that life had accumulated in her heart, and had purified, magnified, and eternalized the others,...
At that instant the smoking mouths of the rifles were aimed at him and letter by letter he heard the encyclicals that Mequiades had chanted and he heart the lost steps of Santa Sofia de la Piedad, a v...
At dawn, after a summary court martial, Arcadio was shot against the wall of the cemetery. In the last two hours of his life he did not manage to understand why the fear that had tormented him since c...
Así continuaron viviendo en una realidad escurridiza, momentáneamente capturada por las palabras, pero que había de fugarse sin remedio cuando olvidaran los valores de la letra escrita.
Arcadio had seen her many times working in her parents' small food store but he had never taken a good look at her because she had that rare virtue of never existing completely except at the opportune...
And how long do you think we can keep up this goddamn coming and going?' he asked.
An artisan without memories, whose only dream was to die of fatigue in the oblivion and misery of his little gold fishes.
Amaranta, aki a ruhákat rakosgatta a útiládába, azt hitte, hogy az anyját skorpiócsípés érte. – Hol van? – kérdezte rémülten. – Micsoda? – A féreg – mondta Amaranta. Ursula a szívére bökött: – Itt.