Damn it,' he sighed. 'How will I ever get out of this labyrinth!
Gabriel Garcia Marquez
He was healthier than the rest of us, but when you listened with the stethoscope you could hear the tears bubbling inside his heart.
From that time on the parish priest began to show signs of senility that would lead him to say years later that the devil had probably won his rebellion against God, and that he was the one who sat on the heavenly throne, without revealing his true identity in order to trap the unwary.
Thank God I found my Chinaman in time. It's like being married to your little finger, but he's all mine.
The city drowned in memories.
That woman of unbreakable nerves who at no moment in her life had been heard to sing.