HE ENDED UP
FALLING IN LOVE WITH HER
....for her part,
loved him more and more
as she felt his love increasing,
and that was how in the ripeness of autumn
she began to believe once more
in the youthful superstition
that poverty was the servitude of love.
Both looked back then
on the wild revelry,
the gaudy wealth,
and the unbridled fornication
as an annoyance
and they lamented that it had cost them
so much of their lives
to find the paradise of shared solitude.
Madly in love
after so many years of sterile complicity,
they enjoyed the miracle of living each other
as much at the table
as in bed,
and they grew to be so happy
that even when they were two worn-out people....
...they kept on blooming
like little children
and playing together like dogs.”
— Gabriel García Márquez (One Hundred Years of Solitude)
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