‘I’m the one who comes into your dreams every night and tells you: ‘Eyes of a blue dog.” And she said that she went into restaurants and before ordering said to the waiters: ‘Eyes of a blue dog.’ But the waiters bowed reverently, without remembering ever having said that in their dreams. Then she would write on the napkins and scratch on the varnish of the tables with a knife: ‘Eyes of a blue dog.’ And on the steamed-up windows of hotels, stations, all public buildings, she would write with her forefinger: ‘Eyes of a blue dog.’ She said that once she went into a drugstore and noticed the same smell that she had smelled in her room one night after having dreamed about me. ‘He must be near,’ she thought, seeing the clean, new tiles of the drugstore. Then she went over to the clerk and said to him: ‘I always dream about a man who says to me: ‘Eyes of a blue dog.” And she said the clerk had looked at her eyes and told her: ‘As a matter of fact, miss, you do have eyes like that.’
Gabriel Garcia Marquez, from Eyes of a Blue Dog

"Lo que pasa es que no puede soportar el peso de la conciencia.”Gabriel Gárcia Márquez (1927 - 2014 ) 

Gracias por tus grandes historias GABO… Paz en su tumba!

Se fue el más grande de la literatura,Gabriel García Márquez.

R.I.P. Gabo
I own this man so much. He made me wanna read, he made me wanna write and above everything else, he taught me to see the world of fantasy that lies beneath reality.
I’ll sorely miss him 

1927 - 2014

Gracias por cada momento de inspiración plasmado en tus libros… Orgullo colombiano… Y tristeza en cada rincón… Siempre vivirás.. GRACIAS INFINITAS♡

Gabriel Garcia Marquez, Nobel-winning author, dead at 87
"Colombian writer Gabriel Garcia Marquez, the Nobel Prize-winning magic realist behind the beloved novels One Hundred Years of Solitude and Love in the Time of Cholera, has died at the age of 87, according to sources close to the family.
The beloved Spanish-language writer died at home in Mexico City around midday, sources told The Associated Press, confirming Mexican newspaper reports Thursday afternoon…”
“The only regret I will have in dying is if it is not for love.” 

 - Gabriel Garcí­a Márquez, Love in the Time of Cholera