“To him she seemed so
beautiful, so seductive, so different from ordinary people, that he could not
understand why no one was as disturbed as he by the clicking of her heels on
the paving stones, why no one else's heart was wild with the breeze stirred by
the sighs of her veils, why everyone did not go mad with the movements of her
braid, the flight of her hands, the gold of her laughter. He had not missed a
single one of her gestures, not one of the indications of her character, but he
did not dare approach her for fear of destroying the spell.” ― Gabriel Garcia Márquez
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