The stories of all those women in his narrative come together, frantic and unreal, but the reality of many women's existence.
This is so real and fantasy, and the extreme sadness and joy actually have the color of comedy and carnival, and the reality and emotion of existence are connected in series. The ending can't be regarded as a real deduction, or it has finally reached a pure ideal fantasy - the endless perfection before death.
Love in the Time of Cholera
She stood there, looking at him from a distance,
unable to take a step forward,
she hid behind a tree, escaping his searching eyes:
is this her love?
This thin and melancholy man,
what does those words of love have to do with him?
She turned away.
She saw him, but not love, and
turned around in the most beautiful years.
The mist of the moon shrouded the magnolia in the garden.
Her beauty was like the blade of a petal, cutting
off the dream. She closed the screen window of the balcony.
She's a lucky woman,
stagnating into old age, surviving
daily refills and bathroom smoking.
Among countless women,
In different towns and rivers,
continue to write love letters to one person.
When they met again,
he saw her in his life, and
she saw the love between him and her before their first meeting
, forgotten for many years.
It takes a lifetime to show love.
They set sail in their boats and hoisted yellow flags,
the sign of cholera. Long rivers,
deep forests, to the last years of death,
they drift away.
2007
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