1927 - 2014 |
“To him she
seemed so beautiful, so seductive, so different from ordinary people, that he
could not understand why no one was as disturbed as he by the clicking of her
heels on the paving stones, why no one else's heart was wild with the breeze
stirred by the sighs of her veils, why everyone did not go mad with the
movements of her braid, the flight of her hands, the gold of her laughter. He
had not missed a single one of her gestures, not one of the indications of her
character, but he did not dare approach her for fear of destroying the
spell.”
“Le parecía
tan bella, tan seductora, tan distinta de la gente común, que no entendía por
qué nadie se trastornaba como él con las castañuelas de sus tacones en los
adoquines de la calle, ni se le desordenaba el corazón con el aire de los
suspiros de sus volantes, ni se volvía loco de amor todo el mundo con los
vientos de su trenza, el vuelo de sus manos, el oro de su risa. No había
perdido un gesto suyo, ni un indicio de su carácter, pero no se atrevía a
acercársele por el temor de malograr el encanto."
- Gabriel Garcia Marquez (1927-2014)