The short and restless sleep came to an abrupt end before the sun rose, and I watched love in the time of cholera, and watched the magical fire of love come to an end after 54 years of wandering. With his full hair, he spoke to her with gray hair, the crowned goddess that made him fascinated, and told his love to death, even though in the long river of more than half a century, he has changed from a shy and immature boy to a young man. Became the invincible Don Juan and Casanova among women. Love flows in every inch of his veins, he is a hunter, but he just needs to wait and see, waiting for souls who tremble and yearn in the shadow of war and cholera to fall into his arms. The timeless love is always filled with Marquez's unique mythological spirituality. His novels are like legends, fables, and parchments telling about human nature, which made me question and indulge in them.
There is no doubt that the song full of South American style comes from Shakira, and the final sound of each sentence rises like the feathers of a bird of paradise, floating on the endless river. I recall a sentence I once read, absolute love, without birth and death, without beginning and end, without increase or decrease.
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