El estigma de la soledad no te ocurrió, hace 10 años tu amado acordeón quedaba en silencio solo por un minuto para llorar tu partida de este mundo tan irreal como mágico que no diste a conocer con tu palabra sobresaliente y tu sentido de la realidad. Sigues acompañado de los miles de lectores en el mundo que se han gozado tu literatura, tu poesía diferente e irreverente. Tu sombrero costeño y guayabera estridente hizo derretir el frío hielo de la capital bogotana donde irrumpiste para hacerte su creador mas consagrado.
Fuiste escritor, en un país en el cual dedicarse a escribir como forma de trabajo asiduo era prácticamente utópico. Fuiste periodista para convertir la noticia en una historia humana. Narraste de amor, desafueros, estrategias de guerras siempre perdidas e hiciste de los latinos seres visibles. Son tus mariposas amarillas las que continúan en esta tierra tuya que se ha convertido en mundo, nos animan en su vuelo a continuar siendo letra esquiva, vanguardia en la circunstancias…en especial en las tierras que formaron el laberinto del general.
En honor a la partida física del Nobel de Literatura García Márquez a 10 años de ese hecho el pasado 17 de abril
The stigma of loneliness did not occur to you, 10 years ago your beloved accordion was silent just for a minute to mourn your departure from this world as unreal as it was magical that you did not make known with your outstanding word and your sense of reality. You continue to be accompanied by the thousands of readers in the world who have enjoyed your literature, your different and irreverent poetry. Your coastal hat and strident guayabera made the cold ice of the capital of Bogota melt where you burst in to become its most consecrated creator.
You were a writer, in a country in which devoting yourself to writing as a form of regular work was practically utopian. You were a journalist to turn the news into a human story. You narrated about love, outrages, strategies of wars always lost and you made Latinos visible beings. It is your yellow butterflies that continue in this land of yours that has become a world, they encourage us in their flight to continue being an elusive letter, avant-garde in the circumstances...especially in the lands that formed the general's labyrinth.
In honor of the physical departure of the Nobel Prize in Literature García Márquez 10 years after that event on April 17.