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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."

"Green,

How I want you

Green."

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