Сто лет одиночества

           úrsula,scandalized,forcedthelockonhertrunkandfoundatthebottom,tiedtogetpinkribbons,thesixteenperfumedlettersandtheskeletonsofleavesandpetalspreservedinoldbooksthedriedbutterfliesthatturnedtopowderatthetouch.

           Aurelianowastheonlyonecapableofunderstandingsuchdesolation.Thatafternoon,whileúrsulawastryingtorescueRebecafromthesloughofdelirium,hewentwithMagníficoVisbalandGerineldoMárqueztoCatarino’sstore.Theestablishmenthadbeenexpandedwithagalleryofwoodenroomswheresinglewomenwhosmelledofdeadflowerslived.AgroupmadeupofanaccordionanddrumsplayedthesongsofFranciscotheMan,whohadnotbeenseeninMacondoforseveralyears.Thethreefriendsdrankfermentedcanejuice.MagníficoGerineldo,contemporariesofAurelianobutmoreskilledinthewaystheworld,drankmethodicallywiththewomenseatedontheirlaps.Oneofthewomen,witheredandwithgoldworkonherteeth,gaveAurelianoacaressthatmadehimshudder.Herejectedher.HehaddiscoveredthatthemorehedrankthemorehethoughtaboutRemedios,buthecouldbearthetortureofhisrecollectionsbetter.Hedidnotknowexactlywhenhebegantofloat.Hesawhisfriendsandthewomensailinginaradiantglow,withoutweightormass,sayingwordsthatdidnotcomeoutoftheirmouthsandmakingmysterioussignalsthatdidnotcorrespondtotheirexpressions.Catarinoputahandonhisshoulderandsaidtohim:"It’sgoingoneleven."