Remedios the Beauty

 
I fell into Gabriel’s dream into a hot and calm afternoon  
Laying on a hammock in the shade between two trees  
The hacienda was quiet but I could hear people in the streets  
As I felt that warm tropical breeze  
   
Wearing all white I made my way through the house  
And upon opening the front door it was a big surprise  
I’d been transported to a different time and place  
The town of Macondo was quite the sight for my eyes  
   
Barefoot I walked through the streets of cobblestone  
Looking at the houses and shops of the magical town  
Macondo Bakery, Macondo Flowers, Macondo Funeral  
Then I stopped to hear of what recently had gone down…  
   
The undertaker said another man had died a tragic death  
Trying to get a peek of Remedios the Beauty  
Then I remembered the Buendia’s story and lore  
And the angelic, the ethereal Remedios the Beauty  
   
I rushed toward the town founders family home  
Looking at my watch I saw it was only 3:57  
Thinking my verse could be the remedy to the curse  
Today was Remedios the Beauty’s ascension to heaven  
 
Many of men in town had tried to get a glimpse of her  
They’d heard of her splendor , her nudity, her purity  
And yet they all had died by some tragic condemnation  
But my verse would cure the curse of Remedios the Beauty  
 
When I got there I saw Ursula over by the clothesline  
And Remedios the Beauty’s silhouette behind bedsheets  
A gust of wind was wrapping her, cradling her like an angel  
And if I needed to recite my verse I had to be quick on my feet  
 
But all Remedios the Beauty did was waive goodbye at Ursula  
As the wind lifted her up in the bedsheets into the air  
I ran and grabbed on as I tried to remember the verse  
That would remove the curse like a miraculous prayer  
 
From high up in the air I could see the town of Macondo  
I clung to dear life for the beauty I was trying to capture  
I could not see her face only her hand waiving goodbye  
Looking down I saw Ursula witnessing this strange rapture  
 
And the higher we went the less I could remember the verse  
But it seems that I had fallen to the curse as well  
And just when I thought she’d turn I would see her face  
I lost my grip on the bedsheets and fell