" Many years later in front of the firing squad, colonel Aureliano Buendía had to remember that one behind schedule remote
one in which to his he took it father to know hielo" Thus a full history of fantasy begins where the essence of the real-wonderful thing hides and that managed to catch to me with such force which never I have managed to escape of Macondo… I believe that my still vague soul between the ruins of the old residence of the Buendía. I confess that often I have awaked in the middle of the night dreaming about the runner of ferns and begonias. Not equivocal me if I say to them that this novel marked the beginning of my true passion by Literature.