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Because it is so near and I was too unhappy to say it.
But I never went to see the movie because I couldn't bear the distinct possibility they would ruin the book, and, and this is the truest part, those characters are etched on my bones. Much as I like Javier Bardem, he's not Florentino Ariza. I did without.
That's not the part I couldn't speak.
I was looking for the image I wanted for my post on the passing of my dream man. I wanted young, before global recognition. Finally, bingo! There it was. And music started playing behind my eyes. The music from the riverboat. This face you see here? That is the Florentino etched on my bones, that is who I saw when I was reading the book. I had never seen a picture of a young Gabriel García Márquez at that time.
Didn't need one.
