He narrates
the illusion that was lodging his heart the day that fulfilled the 90, it is a
meeting that there is no a reason to receive thankfully these words redressed
in poetry when it describes to his innocent, infantile love, at his 90 years. To know in
the first half of the book that the famous writer was taking an account of the
women to whom it was related to satisfy his carnal desires, and at the
age of
50 it was promoting more 500 prostitutes in his record, it looked like to me,
of entry an exaggeration of his vanity, but go, there does not stop being
graceful the
form in which it counts the adventure. García
Márquez exhibits in this
history a writer impoverished, dedicated to writing
articles about music in the
newspaper of La Paz, Colombian newspaper in the one
that was writing critiques of classic music and of his authors. With a detailed
language it describes the deterioration in which one finds the house that once
his parents inhabited and that was reflecting in faithful form the broken
spirit of this
man apparently without sleep or hopes any more than the arrival
of his death. What seems
to me impressive is the confession that it had never been with a woman without
having paid him. Because the sex is the consolation that one has when the love
does not reach him, says Márquez. That the time in which he thought and
proposed marriage to a
girl, felt frightened and not been completed the
marriage.That his
domestic employee was supported virgin up to his old age for love him; and that
he, the old ‘
sad wise person ’, would know the love in what it is perhaps last
decade of his life. Yes, it is just on Having met a girl who Rosa Carbacas, the
proprietor of a brothel, would obtain him and whom it called Delgadina, ‘ the
girl ’. Then it gives free rein to his most unexplored emotions in his
affectionate history.The one
that it inspired to giving a draft in the articles that he usually sent to the
newspaper La Paz. Now
it was centred on letters of love, of an expectant old man. And the texts were
published in his original form, with the touch of his pen and the letter of his
draft. And this
way, the it would be that brothel of Rosa Carbacas where it would happen his
most ardent nights with his girl, his bed partner. There was such the impact
that it caused to him, which was decorating the small quarter, in such a way
that his Delgadina was appreciating another world, the more kind and polite
one. It was re-dressing her in relics that the mother of García Márquez had
given him. And it learned to allow to go by this wave of feelings; from the
purest, that one that dresses in kisses the skin of the dear being, up to the
most violent as the one that is provoked by the jealousy.It is not
any history of love, it is the history of a man who to his 90 years of age,
becomes capable of knowing the freest love, but simultaneously the most
ashamed. As the love of youth, worn and suppressed simultaneously. Simply, a
different love, or perhaps alone a love of human being. Well who am I to say
their romance was a good or bad, dirty or clean? This is the marvel of the
individuality, that what is good for me perhaps for you is useless.What for
this old man was in a moment without importance, now is giving him the most
exquisite value to the experience of touching his loved one with the warm wind
of his tendernesses, and spilling in his secret storage, the most sweet smell,
that is the love that provokes him.
Really it
is a big history of romances of the author.
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