Don't threaten me with love baby, just walk with me in the rain.
“She was about to go back into the tent when she saw Ulises, as large as life, all by himself in the dark and empty space where the line of men had been before. He had an unreal aura about him and he seemed to be visible in the shadows because of the very glow of his beauty.
“You,” the grandmother asked him. “What happened to your wings?”
“The one who had wings was my grandfather,” Ulises answered in his natural way, “but nobody believed it.”
“The Incredible and Sad Tale of Innocent Erendira and Her Heartless Grandmother”
“Disbelief is more resistant than faith because it is sustained by the senses.”
Gabriel García Márquez, Of Love and Other Demons
“On the twenty-ninth of May, having lost her will to endure any more, she dreamed again of the window looking out on a snow-covered field from which Cayetano Delaura was absent and to which he would never return. In her lap she held a cluster of golden grapes that grew back as soon as she ate them. But this time she pulled them off not one by one but two by two, hardly breathing in her longing to strip the cluster of its last grape. The warder who came in to prepare her for the sixth session of exorcism found her dead of love in her bed, her eyes radiant and her skin like that of a newborn baby. Strands of hair gushed like bubbles as they grew back on her shaved head.”
Gabriel Garcia Marquez, “Of Love and Other Demons”