Each Man Is Master Of His Own

A Famous Writer Who Wants To Continue Writing Has To Be Constantly Defending Himself Against Fame.

In That Macondo Forgotten Even By The Birds, Where The Dust And The Heat Had Become So Strong That It Was Difficult To Breathe, Secluded By Solitude And Love And By The Solitude Of Love In A House Where It Was Almost Impossible To Sleep Because Of The Noise Of The Red Ants, Aureliano, And Amaranta Úrsula Were The Only Happy Beings, And The Most Happy On The Face Of The Earth.

That's Maybe The Reason He Does So Many Things So That He Will Not Have To Think .

Caribbean Reality Resembles The Wildest Imagination.

Why Do You Insist On Talking About What Does Not Exist?