an old man with no destiny with our never knowing who he was, or what he was like, or even if he was only a figment of the imagination, a comic tyrant who never knew where the reverse side was and where the right of this life which we loved with an insatiable passion that you never dared even to imagine out of the fear of knowing what we knew only too well that it was arduous and ephemeral but there wasn't any other, general, because we knew who we were while he was left never knowing it forever with the soft whistle of his rupture of a dead old man cut off at the roots by the slash of death, flying through the dark sound of the last frozen leaves of his autumn toward the homeland of shadows of the truth of oblivion, clinging to his fear of the rotting cloth of death's hooded cassock and alien to the clamor of the frantic crowds who took to the streets singing hymns of joy at the jubilant news of his death and alien forevermore to the music of liberation and the rockets of jubilation and the bells of glory that announced to the world the good news that the uncountable time of eternity had come to an end.
Gabriel García MárquezStichwörter: gabriel-garcía-márquez
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.
Gabriel García MárquezStichwörter: love believe disbelief gabriel-garcía-márquez love-conquers-all of-love-and-other-demons
Lo único mejor que la música es hablar de música.
Gabriel García MárquezStichwörter: music spanish music-quotes gabriel-garcía-márquez
Anda, niña- le dijo temblando de rabia-: dinos quién fue.
Ella se demoró apenas el tiempo necesario para decir el nombre. Lo buscó en las tinieblas, lo encontró a primera vista entre los tantos y tantos nombres confundibles de este mundo y del otro, y lo dejó clavado en la pared con su dardo certero, como a una mariposa sin albedrío cuya sentencia estaba escrita para siempre.
-Santiago Nasar- le dijo.
Stichwörter: muerte gabriel-garcía-márquez nombre crónica crónica-de-una-muerte-anunciada santiago-nasar
She felt so old, so worn out, so far away from the best moments of her life that she even yearned for those that she remembered as the worst… Her heart of compressed ash, which had resisted the most telling blows of daily reality without strain, fell apart with the first waves of nostalgia. The need to feel sad was becoming a vice as the years eroded her. She became human in her solitude.
Gabriel García MárquezStichwörter: solitude gabriel-garcía-márquez 100-years-of-solitude
¡Dios de los pobres!" suspiró el general. "Estamos llegando". Y así era. Pues ahí estaba el mar, y del otro lado del mar estaba el mundo.
Gabriel García MárquezStichwörter: gabriel-garcía-márquez el-general-en-su-laberinto bolívar
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