Fernanda, on the other hand, looked for it in vain along the paths of her everyday itinerary without knowing that the search for lost things is hindered by routine habits and that is why it is so difficult to find them.

This was when she asked him whether it was true that love conquered all, as the songs said. 'It is true', he replied, 'but you would do well not to believe it.

She was lost in her longing to understand.

The woman let out an expansive laugh that resounded through the house like a spray of broken glass.

It was then that she realized that the yellow butterflies preceded the appearances of Mauricio Babilonia.

Just as real events are forgotten, some that never were can be in our memories as if they happened.

In that Macondo forgotten even by the birds, where the dust and the heat had become so strong that it was difficult to breathe, secluded by solitude and love and by the solitude of love in a house where it was almost impossible to sleep because of the noise of the red ants, Aureliano, and Amaranta Úrsula were the only happy beings, and the most happy on the face of the earth.