Reading Garcia Marquez (with a Slight Fever)
Voluptuous exchange of bright fruit, palm trees, giant orchids,
Sidelong glances, shadows and dreams
"Green" he said, "green, how I want you green."
Argentine moon, silver fish, mirrors and a breeze
Branches laughing with birds in wild, feathery hats.
River songs accompanied by bells.
"Far away my voice was dressing up as a cricket."
The world was at war again.
He died young, murdered by the civil guard
Thrown into a mass grave.
"I hold the No that you gave me in the palm of my hand;
Almost white it is, a tiny lemon of wax."
A dreamer a soldier never should be.
"Horse upon the mountain,
Ship upon the sea."
How I want you
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