Muchos a?os despu?s, frente al pelot?n de fusilamiento, el coronel Aureliano Buend?a hab?a de recordar aquella tarde remota en que su padre lo llev? a conocer el hielo. Macondo era entonces una aldea de 20 casas de barro y ca?abrava construidas a la orilla de un r?o de aguas di?fanas que se precipitaban por un lecho de piedras pulidas, blancas y enormes como huevos prehist?ricos. El mundo era tan reciente, que muchas cosas carec?an de nombre, y para mencionarlas hab?a que se?alarlas con el dedo".

I've been in love before, it's like a narcotic. At first it brings the euphoria of complete surrender. The next day you want more. You're not addicted yet, but you like the sensation, and you think you can still control things.You think about the person you love for two minutes then forget them for three hours. But then you get used to that person, and you begin to be completely dependent on them. Now you think about him for three hours and forget him for two minutes. If he's not there, you feel like an addict who can't get a fix. And just as addicts steal and humiliate themselves to get what they need, you're willing to do anything for love."- By the River Piedra I Sat Down and Wept