Parting from the problems of the day, but now I am starting to leave the time away behind. Sorry for the repetition, but the wake of a boat and Formentera inspire nostalgia for . . .
The captain looked at Fermina Daza and saw on her eyelids the first glimmer of wintry frost. Then, he look at Florentino Ariza, his invincible power, his intrepid love, and he was overwhelmed by the belated suspicion that it is life, more than death, that has no limits.
“And how long do you think we can keep up this goddamn coming and going?” she asked.
Florentino had kept his answer ready for fifty-three years, seven months, eleven days and nights. “Forever,” he said.
I think that all I leave behind in the wake is everything that I move forward towards. I kept thinking that one day we’d all be free in our own special way. It sure is nice to have moments where you actually think it just may happen.