Gabriel Garcia Marquez Quotes
In His Paradise In Lima He Had Spent A Joyous Night With A Young Girl Who Was Covered With Fine, Straight Down Over Every Millimeter Of Her Bedouin Skin. At Dawn, While He Was Shaving, He Looked At Her Lying Naked In The Bed, Adrift In The Peaceful Sleep Of A Satisfied Woman, And He Could Not Resist The Temptation Of Possessing Her Forever With A Sacramental Act. He Covered Her From Head To Foot With Shaving Lather, And With A Pleasure Like That Of Love He Shaved Her Clean With His Razor, Sometimes Using His Right Hand And Sometimes His Left As He Shaved Every Part Of Her Body, Even The Eyebrows That Grew Together, And Left Her Doubly Naked Inside Her Magnificent Newborn's Body. She Asked, Her Soul In Shreds, If He Really Loved Her, And He Answered With The Same Ritual Phrase He Had Strewn Without Pity In So Many Hearts Throughout His Life: More Than Anyone Else In This World.
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