What if I told you that I have also dreamed of a macondo?
Yes. One of those dreams is possible, where the shadow that welcomes us can be blue and the sky a little greener. A place of yellow feelings, with simple nights and starry ceilings.
Oh well! It is the Macondo that I have dreamed of, one of smooth paths, with a view of the coffee plantations and the wide Caribbean. Paths that allow the real and the magical between stories, places and colorful parties and its pink afternoons that surpass the ancestral dunes that border the jungles and the plains. A macondo that allows us among daisies a new beginning, a new dream.
The macondo I dream of is my macondo. A macondo of stories, adventures, and songs, a macondo without time or imaginary limits.
And you... have you dreamed of Macondas?
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I have a mental picture of Macondo adapted to my native place’s geography filled with coconut trees, areca nut trees, mango trees, jack fruit trees, bread fruit trees, tamarind trees etc. My native place is in the southern west coast peninsular India