[F]or fate granted him the immense good fortune of losing his memory.
[...] sentí en la garganta el nudo gordiano de todos los amores que pudieron haber sido y no fueron [...]
Yo, Miguel Littín, hijo de Hernán y Cristina, director de cine y uno de los cinco mil chilenos con prohibición absoluta de regresar, estaba de nuevo en mi país después de doce años de exilio, aunque t...
With a languid hand he brushed away the cobwebs of his siesta…
When the door closed, José Arcadio Segundo was sure that the war was over. Years before Colonel Aureliano Buendía had spoken to him about the fascination of war and had tried to show it to him with co...
When I wake up, he said, remind me that I'm going to marry her.
What is essential, therefore, is not that you no longer believe, but that God continues to believe in you.
What does he say?' he asked.'He’s very sad,’ Úrsula answered, ‘because he thinks that you’re going to die.''Tell him,' the colonel said, smiling, 'that a person doesn’t die when he should but when he...
We have still not had a death. A person does not belong to a place until there is someone dead under the ground. he said.If I have to die for the rest of you to stay here, I will die replied Ursula wi...
Viéndolo montar picaportes y desconectar relojes, Fernanda se preguntó si no estaría incurriendo también en el vicio de hacer para deshacer, como el coronel Aureliano Buendía con los pescaditos de oro...
Ursula fu l’ultima della sfilata. La dignità del suo lutto, il peso del suo nome, la convincente veemenza della sua dichiarazione fecero vacillare per un attimo la bilancia della giustizia. Voi avete...
Until I discovered the miracle that all things that sound are music, including dishes and silverware in the dishwasher, as long as they fulfill the illusion of showing us where life is heading.
Una noche se embadurnaron de pies a cabeza con melocotones en almíbar, se lamieron como perros y se amaron como locos en el piso del corredor, y fueron despertados por un torrente de hormigas carnicer...
They pawned, between sobs, the last glittering ornaments of their last paradise.
There was no sleeper more elegant than she, with her curved body posed for a dance and her hand across her forehead, but there was also no one more ferocious when anyone disturbed the sensuality of he...
There was always someone outside of the chalk circle. Someone who needed money, someone who had a son with whooping cough, or someone who wanted to go off and sleep forever because he could not stand...
Then he crossed his arms over his chest and began to listen to the radiant voices of the slaves singing the six o'clock Salve in the mills, and through the window he saw the diamond of Venus in the sk...
The legal reporter came out of his cubicle shouting that two bodies of unidentified girls were in the city morgue. Frightened, I asked him: What age? Young, he said. They may be refugees from the inte...
The Marquis dusted off the Italian theorbo. He restrung it, tuned it with a perseverance that could be understood only as love, and once again accompanied the songs of the past, sung with the good voi...
That is how they were: they spent their lives proclaiming their proud origins, the historic merits of the city, the value of its relics, its heroism, its beauty, but they were blind to the decay of it...