Once again the Buendia family will experience One Hundred Years of Solitude
and Macondo will see no more Leaf Storm.
Florentino Ariza will no longer teach
the world to Love in the Time of Cholera.
Alas! No One Writes to the Colonel and tells The Story
of a Shipwrecked Sailor.
No Strange Pilgrims will speak Of Love and Other Demons.
In Evil Hour, Memories of my Melancholy Whores will be
the abyss of disenchantment.
The uncountable time of eternity had come to an end in Autumn
of the Patriarch.
With Chronicle
of a Death Foretold, you are Living to Tell the Tale.
Now the world will see no more of magic realism
…but, there is always something left to love.
“For you was I born, for you do I have life, for you
will I die, for you am I now dying.”
