Tim, the last Buendia who took over Macondo

Posted by - May 12, 2014

The whistle of the train interrupts every afternoon in Aracataca, a noise that enchants foreign people, but passes unnoticed to the ears of many children who play cheerfully, barefoot in the dusty streets of their neighborhoods. They do not care about their homework, they enjoy the long days while living in a society where they

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López, el inmortal

Posted by - April 19, 2014

Nadar en las cristalinas aguas del río Guatapurí , venerar como cualquier guajiro a la Virgen “La Mello ; transpirar el mismo amargo sudor de los montañeros, asimilar esas viejas costumbres de quienes duermen bajo el amparo de una luna sanjuanera y descifrar con gran acierto el lenguaje metafórico de Gabo, son apenas algunos de

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