what Garcia Marquez said to that horrible brain eating disease

tricking through blue fields

of sunshine colored orchids

i live in the warm mouth

of a donkey made for tilling

and the reach of my arms

embraces all the moments 

stolen beneath palm trees

peeped at through keyholes

overheard through thin walls

whispered under street lamps

and devoured in the night

i am dancing now

pressed close to the sex

of 100 rainy Remedioses

i am falling in love again

every day every hour

every moment every now