For Gabriel García Márquez

(Gabriel Garsia Markezit)

Even after a thousand years of solitude
The tree of the heart does not wither.

One day even flowers
Will grow on the moon.

We therefore believe
That the mythical autumns of the patriarchs
With their value-added nuclear sceptres
Are fossilized images.

You longed for pure air
Over the continents!

Your identity deriving from the titles of your books,
How many people your name contains!