Florentino Ariza

I could write an epic of one thousand characters, 

but it would not bridge the miles between us. 

I could give my passion to strangers of the night,
but it would not release the hold on my heart. 

I could travel down the river to lands near and far,
but it would not quench my thirst, satisfy my hunger.

I guess it's just, love in the time of cholera.