- Marquez

 Marquez should be the great charm of the Spanish writer. His magical realism, to break the inherent mindset of people, time and space to work freely in his changes. Let the dead and the living and future people may occur in the same time and space. This writing, so that our thinking become Smart and diversified. Since Faulkner, the handy changes to make the novel space-time become resistant to the writers read the Shenju implication, should be considered Marquez was. Magic of his magnificent way, and his clever ideas and imagination, the startling reality and from those myths and legends of the fantasy of the perfect integration, the formation of colorful, unique style of drawing.

his speed This novel so fascinating, so the whipped up a whirlwind of magic realism, but also earned him a reputation as a genius writer, earned him a most worthy literary awards proud Colombians. Brought him the Latin American Novel Since then, the world began the literary genius of this great attention.

read through some articles to know what to say, while some articles after reading a lot of times, or do not know. Marquez is a very strange man, so his stories are often obscure and difficult to understand.

dreary winter, rain in the morning, bare slopes, there is no sign of life. Decomposed bodies, along with the insects and the roots rot together. I was buried in such a desolate place. I watched his body slowly rotting in the wilderness. How I would like to have roses to decorate, that the number of white and red roses can soothe my wandering soul.

the chair in the room, should have put four years of it. That is where I placed the soul. When she looked at the chair when the alert, I could not get want roses. My soul wandering for forty years, I've always wanted several flower roses to decorate my grave. She, my sister back. She left me after my death, after two decades back. Since, after her return to the old house, has been in that bow before the statue. Worship the statue she is thinking about talking with the gods? I really just need some natural roses only. However, she was alert, she will not spend dedicated to my altar.

time back to last Sunday, then it is a more boring Sunday. I definitely feel the impatience of her anxiety, misgivings, upset. She seemed to sense something broke her lonely life, in fact, she has not come back to the old house to remember me,UGG boots clearance, but like a lonely life. In the dim evening or dark night, accompanied by a light on it. She always find the room to the room lighting, so, accompanied by about loneliness, without any trouble. I am by the light through to the last, I have been alone in the tomb too long, not to mention the time, I was a teenager. Which boy will like alone? Since then, how many roses I want to accompany me, and decorate my desolate cemetery.

I am looking for roses, and her sister to find a lamp, I want a nice bouquet of flowers, like some bright colors. Sister looking for light as to find their own loneliness. Sister figure holding a lamp to me sad, but sad like the taste of his sister.

have fat old sister has also been under the lights seem to back that forty years ago August afternoon. I clearly see that little girl play with me. She held out for twenty years.

my shoes full of mud, I found a long time to find his way home, but when I went back to the old house, when already empty, empty house, only one the old chair. They soon forget what they have relatives, my relatives soon began a new life. Because I have a chair without a home. Those who have left home, . I want to find those shoes, because I wish they could go home.

I wait so long, in the long wait, I began to become more sensitive. This is a unique life experience.

Yes, I'm back and forth on the deserted old house and cemetery, all my family can look forward to be back at one time, back to the cemetery, back to the old house, to see if I . But, in fact, I found myself quickly forgotten.

musk in the room and the smell of dust and the acrid smell of an insect entangled with those covered with dust and cobwebs everywhere, and that the crickets chirping in a corner, with the speak of here already too desolate. I will be disappointed, I was pleasantly surprised to find that the door opened, I waited two decades younger sister came back, still wearing the clothes then take the time, wearing a little green cap. I remember myself to accidentally break the ladder from falling off his back like the scene before their eyes.

As long as she returned, no longer a lonely house where, even if all the other people will not remember me, but she, my dearest sister, she will smell familiar to those in the past brought back, let me After a long wait, with a deep comfort.

sewing always shake ah shake the chair, when someone came to buy roses, she always put the money in a small cloth belt, she is always saying the same road: 'Take it from the right, The flower is to the left of the Holy Spirit to prepare. 'However, I began to see she is so like the feeling of loneliness. I began to understand that she is lonely because they like to return to the old house rather than to commemorate the return to accompany me.

is no longer here, the next room is no longer a voice. I've always wanted to refuse alone. I will always return to the chair for her, although she did not know, do not need. Until the world no longer have any voice, and she no longer came to the room full of stale flavor.

her and my older sister and her untimely death will not understand my brother after he died, thinking of how their loved ones, wish someone to see me, how I wish I do not mound So desolate, how long lonely winding fear. I can not across time and space, to tell her, can only wait until she returned to the cemetery, and I meet, I want to tell her that her beautiful roses that should not be sold to others only think, but should take some of the A mound of her brother. I want to tell her that her brother had been thinking of her, had missed the game with a childhood, have always wanted to get some natural roses. When she understood, she could no longer grow roses.

However, the two dependencies will not be lonely soul.

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was messed up roses

Marquez

Today is Sunday, the rain stopped, and I want to choose some natural red and white roses to the cemetery I go, these roses were her make garlands for the altar and species. Frighteningly dull this winter, the morning after the rain is full of a dismal scene, I can not help but think of the dead buried in the bare hills in town. That is the bare slopes film, see the trees, after a gust of wind, occasionally floated several flower tree cashmere. After the rain stopped, and at noon the sun would certainly muddy hillside dry land, not only that, it would have got into my grave, so that my young body decay, and insect shells and grass mixed together.

several flower I wanted to fly off the altar of the most colorful roses, but I failed. She knelt before the statue, from the failure of my first encounter, she had been kneeling with rapt attention. Maybe today I will be successful. However, flashing lights, she Congchensizhong woke up, looked up and looked at the wall, the chair is there. She must be thinking: Then I see the roses may choose another time to pick, because she is still alert to look at the chair, my hand passed from the side of her face, she perceived. Should I wait a minute, she would leave to the next room to take a nap. Every Sunday, the afternoon nap she will sleep no doubt. Only then, I might have to go out with roses, and she returned to the room before looking at the chair back.

situation is particularly bad last Sunday, I can hardly wait for two hours, she settled down. She seems a little impatient anxiety, apprehension, for his loneliness at home idea is about to be broken, distracted. She is holding a bouquet of roses, not into the altar, in the house and turn. Then she came into the corridor and turned into the next room,UGG shoes, I knew she was looking for lights. After a while she walked towards the door. The light through the corridor, I saw she was wearing a dark jacket and pink socks, I think that she was forty years ago, throwing himself in this room in my bed,bailey UGG boots, little girl. At that time she said to me: That afternoon, a woman who took her to the room, so she looked at the corpse, said to her:

about three or four Sundays, and I want to take some roses, but she is alert to the altar dedicated to standing guard, she lived two years, I have never seen She then had to concentrate. Last Sunday, while she was out to find the light, I do the best to see a bouquet of roses, so are more likely than ever to realize their ambition. However, when I prepared to return to the chair there, she heard footsteps coming corridor uploaded, I quickly plug it back in again on the altar flowers. At this time, I saw the doorway holding a lamp of her figure.

she wearing dark jacket and pink socks, her face had a similar exposure to light. Bright light, she was not planted in the garden roses woman two decades, and still as the afternoon of August was received that day to the next room getting dressed little girl. Now, two decades later, she took the lamp back, fat, some are old some of it.

my shoes have not been fired stove in the side of roast for twenty years, but the mud still stuck on that afternoon did not fall off. That day I went to shoes, the door has been shut down, hanging on the door frame of the bread and reed bar also has been removed, the furniture had been removed, were all removed, leaving only the corner that I spend all day sitting time of the chair. I know that in baking shoes forgot their shoes when they are away from home, so I have to go back and find.

over many years, she came back. Over time, the room musk and dust pungent taste and smell of an insect entangled with. The room I was alone, sitting there waiting. I could hear the sound of rotting wood, and closed the bedroom door has become increasingly stale air vibration sound. She came back at this time. She appeared in the doorway, carrying only a box, wearing a green hat, from then on never wearing a cloth coat off. When she was a little girl, no fat, calves are not that seem so bloated now. She opened the door came in, my body covered with dust and cobwebs, had a corner of the room singing cricket for two decades, suddenly has stunned silent by. Nevertheless, despite my body full of dust and cobwebs, while crickets suddenly stopped singing, even though the age has come up, I recognized her, that a wet and windy afternoon in August, stables dig birds with me nest little girl. She stood in the doorway, carrying the box, the head of the green cap. Look of the thing as if she'll be called out, we should repeat the words said that afternoon. That afternoon, when they arrived, my hands clutching the broken ladder, the stable has been on his back on the grass. She opened the door fully open, the door hinge squeak on the New York rang loudly. Like someone knocking on a bit like the roof, the dust thump thump on the ceiling fall down. She hesitated at the door, then looked at the probe into the room half a body, such as to wake sleeping people called twice: legs straight out. I thought she was coming back to see the house, but she was at home stay. She opened doors and windows of the room, the room is full of musky, like the box that opens. The original furniture, clothes box of clothes were removed, she also took away the smell of the room. Twenty years later, she again brought back the smell. She fixes the basis of the original altar. As long as she came back, even if only one person is enough time to fix this is to break the world relentlessly. Since then, who apart from eating and sleeping in the next room, the rest of the time here, talking quietly and the Holy Spirit. Afternoon she sat in a chair against the door, while knitting side flower. She always sew shake ah shake in the chair, when someone came to buy roses, she always put the money in a small cloth belt, she is always with the same words said: the left of the flower is prepared to give the Holy Spirit. is not spent his childhood with her brother, but a body crippled, and even older than my grandmother always sit in a corner chair, small grandchildren.

I bowed my head thinking that this might run into roses. If I can get the flowers, will it get the hill up,cheap UGG boots, plug into their own graves and then back to my chair, until one day she is no longer here, the next room is no longer sound.

When the day came, all eyes will change. Again, I must run out and tell people that the woman selling roses, that woman living in the break room, you need a few man carried her on the hillside, then I will forever remain a man in the room. However, she would be happy to, because she will know, every Sunday on her roses on the altar of mess, not just touched the invisible wind.