The skies blink confused shadows
and the water begins to fall; a feeling
Still no name wraps Isabel.
Unleash a past charged in more memories
sweet that your reality; every time the sky
he breaks, he feels them arrive.
Everything is possible and nothing is lost in Macondo.
Even his ghosts refused to go elsewhere.
Isabel feels the rain in Macondo to smell her
loneliness and explanation to his anxiety, erasing sin.
It rains in Macondo; pay, clean a pain
ancestral. I would smile at you as everything is possible
when one relives yesterday; time does not exist, nor the
fear of what there was once.
A wet grass, a haunted earth, today smells like
nostalgia the garden. One hundred years slide, mysteries that
they have no end.
Moon water falls in Macondo,
clean an immortal sin
Only among all we can make this a better place :)