reading “love in the time of cholera” after 15-20 years and still loving it. gabriel garcía márquez – what a beguiling storyteller…
“Florentino Ariza, because he was so quiet and elusive, also earned the esteem of the owner, and during the most arduous period of his grief he would lock himself in the suffocating little rooms to read verses and tearful serialized love stories, and his reveries left nests of dark swallows on the balconies and the sound of kisses and the beating of wings in the stillness of siesta.”