To All, I Would Say How Mistaken

Shame Has Poor Memory.

Most Critics Don't Realize That A Novel Like One Hundred Years Of Solitude Is A Bit Of A Joke, Full Of Signals To Close Friends; And So, With Some Pre-ordained Right To Pontificate They Take On The Responsibility Of Decoding The Book And Risk Making Terrible Fools Of Themselves.

Disbelief Is More Resistant Than Faith Because It Is Sustained By The Senses.

Today, When I Saw You, I Realized That What Is Between Us Is Nothing More Than An Illusion.

There Was A House At The Foot Of The Tower, Close To The Thunder Of The Waves Breaking Against The Cliffs, Where Love Was More Intense Because It Seemed Like A Shipwreck.