Se tendieron en la cama, uno al lado del otro, y compartieron sus rencores, mientras el mundo se iba apagando y sólo iba quedando el cositeo del comején en el artesonado.

This was when she asked him whether it was true that love conquered all, as the songs said. 'It is true', he replied, 'but you would do well not to believe it.

I always had understood that dying of love was mere poetic license.

-Kujtomë me një trëndafil, - i tha.

One night, in a good mood, she spilled the inkwell over the finished letter and instead of tearing it up she added a postscript: “As proof of my love I send you my tears.

Seeing him like this, dressed just for her in so patent a manner, she could not hold back the fiery blush that rose to her face. She was embarrassed when she greeted him, and he was more embarrassed by her embarrassment. The knowledge that they were behaving as if they were sweethearts was even more embarrassing, and the knowledge that they were both embarrassed embarrassed them so much that Captain Samaritano noticed it with a tremor of compassion.

The wind from the Caribbean blew in the windows along with the racket made by the birds, and Fermina Daza felt in her blood the wild beating of her free will.

He searched for her without cease. With the fierce temerity with which José Arcadio Buedia had crossed mountains to found Macondo.

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