Races Condemned To 100 Years Of Solitude

Lost In The Solitude Of His Immense Power, He Began To Lose Direction.

He Is Ugly And Sad, But He Is All Love.

He Thought About His People Without Sentimentality, With A Strict Closing Of His Accounts With Life, Beginning To Understand How Much He Really Loved The People He Hated Most.

They Were So Close To Each Other That They Preferred Death To Separation.

In Her Final Years She Would Still Recall The Trip That, With The Perverse Lucidity Of Nostalgia, Became More And More Recent In Her Memory.