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On the third day of rain they had killed so many crabs inside the house that Pelayo had to cross his drenched courtyard
and throw them into the sea, because the newborn child had a temperature all night and they thought it was due to the stench.
The world had been sad since Tuesday. Sea and sky were a single ash-gray thing and the sands of the beach, which on March
nights glimmered like powdered light, had become a stew of mud and rotten shellfish. The light was so weak at noon that when
Pelayo was coming back to the house after throwing away the crabs, it was hard for him to see what it was that was moving
and groaning in the rear of the courtyard. He had to go very close to see that it was an old man, a very old man, lying face
down in the mud, who, in spite of his tremendous efforts, couldn’t get up, impeded by his enormous wings.
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Continue reading this story and you will discover the magical world of Gabriel Garcia Marquez
Eyes of a Blue Dog
by GABRIEL GARCIA MARQUEZ
Then she looked at me. I thought that she was looking at me for the first time. But
then, when she turned around behind the lamp and I kept feeling her slippery and oily look in back of me, over my shoulder,
I understood that it was I who was looking at her for the first time. I lit a cigarette. I took a drag on the harsh, strong
smoke, before spinning in the chair, balancing on one of the rear legs. After that I saw her there, as if she'd been standing
beside the lamp looking at me every night. For a few brief minutes that's all we did: look at each other. I looked from the
chair, balancing on one of the rear legs. She stood, with a long and quiet hand on the lamp, looking at me. I saw her eyelids
lighted up as on every night. It was then that I remembered the usual thing, when I said to her: "Eyes of a blue dog." Without
taking her hand off the lamp she said to me: "That. We'll never forget that." She left the orbit, sighing: "Eyes of a blue
dog. I've written it everywhere."
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