"The year of my ninetieth year I wanted to give me a night of wild love with an adolescent virgin. Cabarcas I remembered Rosa, the owner of an underground house used to let their good customers when I was a novelty available. never succumbed to that or any of its many temptations obscene, but she did not believe in the purity of my principles. The morality is a matter of time, said with an evil smile, you'll see. " In a new magic act narrative the brilliant author of One Hundred Years of Solitude gives us a sumptuous and dazzling history whose lyricism and musicality will thrill readers.
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there anything you do not have this work of Márquez and past each other, and political and ideological content is reflected in The Colonel no one writes or litter, or the fictional story as Chronicle of a Death Foretold and News kidnapping. But this is something that no other or who have but in small proportions, and Romanticism, the erotic, the removal of political issues by the approach most social situations. That may be because because Marquez is entering the stage of his character, at that age in the eighties and nineties, and it might be for this old man is more awareness. is also to recognize the memory, the permanence of Colombia in his mind, since the places there, and from a distant country need a lot of idiosyncrasy or retention to work on them. Emphasize the lack of regional words as used in other works, but that's not taking into account other world that lives in Mexico and his work to universalize needs a more general language, simple and familiar. The Nobel is leaving us intrigued their stories and characters: I really like to meet Delgadina. We also found that dose of black humor that always gives his writings, the use of simile or comparison, personification, poetic language and sensuality. But there is something very curious and that has me intrigued: I do not fucking sad, sad is the protagonist, journalist dirty old man. Although rumored about a loss of imagination or termination is in the Colombian Nobel Prize, this novel shows us the opposite. remains found also that magical realism is not yet in force and no longer captivate across borders of the real and imaginary. The universality of the work has required the author Macondo reduced dependence on regional characteristics and more subject to simple words and known worldwide. Even so, it remains to forget Colombia, consigned to oblivion, since this book was developed in the city of Barranquilla in this country.
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